inspiration

Textures of Time

I confess, I do not believe in time.”
Vladimr Nabokov


Vladimir Nabokov: “I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness – in a landscape selected at random – is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants. This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain. It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love. A sense of oneness with sun and stone. A thrill of gratitude to whom it may concern – to the contrapuntal genius of human fate or to tender ghosts humoring a lucky mortal.”

Dandelion


Parachutes of dandelion in NY.
” I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams.” F. Scott Fitzgerald

My paper dolls


I want to introduce you to Annekatrin, Lisa & Ana the paper dolls I was playing with at my childhood. I discovered these toys in a drawer at my parent’s summer house. While opening the boxes so many memories came back to me… I could remember perfectly all their outfits and looks. The funny thing is that I did not know about the existence of these dolls anymore, but if you look at some of my artwork they must have been somehow present in my subconscious…

Mother’s Day


To my mother, to all the mothers and to all the women in the world who could not be a mother or who died giving bith.
These flowers on the tabel are for you.
The glass vase belonged to my grandmother Marianne.
(*Frida Kahlo’s portrait was taken by Nickolas Muray in his studio in NY in 1939)

International Women’s day 2011

be brave

I have created this digital cross stitch image for you. Instead of thread & needle I have used my cordless mouse…
be brave template
Dedicated to all brave women throughout time and history.

brave adj ready to face and endure danger, pain or suffering; having no fear; courageous.

Madreselva

This type of honeysuckle ( Lonicera implexa ) grows in the forest next to my house.
It climbs over other plants and protects them as well as the animals from outer agressions.
The ovate leaves have transparent edges and the upper ones grow united surrounding the stem…like a little casserole. The flowers look very delicate with their tubular shape and pink, yellow and white shades. They are pretty ephemeral in a flower vase, but very poetic.