Today is my Grandfather’s 102nd birthday. Happy Birthday, Willi Gaertner! I miss you every day and I wish heaven had visiting hours. But very often I can feel your supporting warm presence. Thank you! I love you, Opa!
‘Those we love don’t go away – they walk beside us everyday, unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed and very dear.’
When you have read the title “The painter”, I know what you have thought… framed pictures, art, black beret, white scarf…
But I mean the nice man, who gave my flat a new summer dress. For one week I lived in chaos of paint buckets, construction foil and the gnawing question in which colour my bed room will be painted. Taupe, grey, turquoise, red or sunny yellow? Actually it is just the wall where my bed is placed, the other walls are (boring) white. I saw so many colour charts that I dreamt about it!!! And so I have chosen the colour of the night sky… a beautiful and deep dark blue.
Today I would normally sit in an airplane on my way to a backpacking trip to Nepal. But I do not… Due to the fact that my health has deteriorated badly, I cancelled my trip and my three slipped discs are delighted about it. Of course I am grief-stricken. It is not difficult to guess what the Polaroid shows: a prayer flag – often found strung along mountain ridges and peaks high in the Himalayas.
There is no limit in dreams, neither in colours nor in polaroid pictures.
Perhaps you have already noticed: my weekly overpainted photographs reflect what happend during the last days. That however does not consist of such spectaculare events, but is my everyday life, which take place between work, home, intensive art courses / education and nature.
This week I gave my bedroom furniture to a young couple from Poland, which just moved to Hamburg to study here. I now sleep on a mattress on the floor and I love it! But soon I will build a wooden bed frame. And by the way, the lamp in the picture was also a DIY project by me – copper pipe and concrete.