the dove and the hilly slope

kitchen chaos

holidays ☺. in a daze ☻. i'm redoing the kitchen, or should i say; the builders are in and seriously messing about with my living space. yes, that would be putting it mildly. 

cleaned up, turned round that studio. no drawing ☻

i have to look for peace and quiet elsewhere. not so obvious, because many people seem to be noisily renovating too, in my street, and trains are packed with loud travelers, and the weather is hot. 

all done. 't was good

i did pirouette round a thrift shop yesterday, and i walked a few miles up and down streets and pastures. and yesterday, as i got home and decided to finish a short stories collection by kate atkinson, ...

my bookcase in quieter days

... i found her. or him, i have no idea. a fellow traveler calls pigeons the rats from the skies, because there are many, which i find rather lyrical, but it has me bemused some...  really? 

calm before the storm, i suppose. also, showing off my good leg. ☺

anyway. i crossed the street in front of the house, hoisted the dead bird in tissue paper and posited it in a flower printed paper bag, and away i went, onto the hilly slope i like to wander. 

sleep well, dovey

and there, i put the pigeon to rest, underneath a tree that will always be reminding me of the pigeon that died in my street, not sure why, there was only little blood on its breast. 

(homemade) (mhmmm, yes) seitan and red pepper stirfry with orange and thyme, and crushed potato and courgette

walking back i talked to a few people on the street, but never said i walked up the hilly slope to bury a dead animal. it was my tiny secret, shared between that common grey dove, and me. 

bon appétit, or else, have a bloody good week ahead! ♥

pinkish post

zur oranienburger strasse

last weekend's post was one of despair, i'll admit it. i'm feeling much lighter today. the weekend in berlin has cast away the shadows in my heart. i'm on the up.

berlin water pipes at rest ☻

as much so at home, as in my head. all of a sudden, things come together. in 10 days the new kitchen is being build in the home. next week it gets delivered. we've a packed week of chores ahead. 

sybilla maria merian - ariane, patrice, barbara 

i started by painting a dingy (but vintage) glass and wood sideboard. it's going to be all off-white, hopefully by monday night. i screwed wheels underneath it and thus broke my drill. things are looking up... ☻

botanischer volksgarten coffee and cake ☺

never mind. an other and better (drill). i'll dismantle the rackety kitchen the next few days, and await the metamorphosis. luckily i'm on summer holidays break and i get tiny sleep inns. they do me good. 

hallesches haus, rest rooms

and also lucky, tomorrow is sunday and funday. i'll be going to an exhibition in ghent, and afterwards a tiny birthday party; a small family get together! i'll keep y'all posted on the renovation though. 

have a beautiful weekend and here is tiny berlin. thxs, patrice, barbara & ariane. ♥

warning: confused post

the river spree

hello from berlin. i'm here, and not here. i'm using old photos to show you where we're at. i am a free person, walking the free earth, and enjoying it. i am thankful. 

postcard

i am also confused, very confused. i know just a tiny bit about politics. i know that a democracy works, and i see that a tyranny doesn't. yet the world has many derivatives to political systems that suppress. 

brandenburger tor & trabant vintage cars

i am standing at the brandenburger tor, and we may grab a trabant and go back in time, in style. and this place carries a past that is heavy. this city is free, and it feels free. and open. that's reassuring. 

mosaic in hackesche höfe neighbourhood

and i realize that we need to fight for our world as we know it to remain as good as it is. right now. we need to fight for our rights. we cannot ignore our freedom, we must not accept terror. 

Reichstag , way down from top op glass building

every time a bomb goes off, i die a little. although i'm not dead, i die. if you, fellow human being, wishes me dead, then i die. and that's not a life to live. and i don't know how to handle terror. 

in all honesty and despair. we must. carry on. have a good week ♥ 

on the home as home (and on being away from home)

oyster farm, nieuwpoort

i love it when things fall into place. in the home, i often dream of complete empty surfaces, but usually stuff is laying on it, and then some. if in the mood, i let it ALL hang. 

seaside, nieuwpoort

until i get to a point where i scoop up and get going, like a mister proper whirlwind popping out of its genius bottle. the result to that often equals great satisfaction. clear head, peace of mind.

stranded

yeah, well. we're not there yet. i've been sailing betwixt studio time, walking, resting and preparing a long weekend away. to berlin. just wanted to share that. once more: b-e-r-l-i-n. sounds so.... edible.

okay, this is a traditional butcher's add, one who actually loves animals, still... it's a butcher; nieuwpoort

well, a few workdays ahead and trying to round up on things, and listing up that luggage list, and kissing the home bye-byes and hopping on trains, and missing home (naturally) and anticipating. 

jetty, nieuwpoort

but of course, and as usual, i'll bring back memories, and photos, and inspiration, i gather. and so the days will fly, and so will barbara, and ariane and patrice. ladies. close now. 

don't you just LOVE summertime??? have a glorious week ahead.  ♥

late bloomer

cutting, pasting, repeat

for sure i am. in everything to be honest: i bloom late. which isn't a bad thing, but it's sometimes confusing. because i'm apt to make unfortunate choices, keeping me away from what matters most. 

a few try-outs up my sleeves

what does matter most then? being creative! i loved it as a child, i still love it to this day. in between then and now i chose to read english, kindergarden education, photography classes and a full library course.

brussels kapellekerk railway station, daytime job neighbourhood 

and i worked a dozen trades to only become master of the last. which is good, i'm happy about it, but my creative career, although developing, keeps steadily on the back burners. 

morning in la roche, in the belgian ardennes

i don't mind, but i do bump into such questions and exclamations as, when? how? if ever? do so! why not? why yes? learn! take in! follow! lead! relax! relax? yes! relax! laugh! cry! enjoy! learn! learn! learn!...☺ 

studio tabletop

and i do. all of the above. slowly and surely. with all of your help, obviously. and also with graft, and returning to the drawing board. and starting over. and finetuning. and daring to dream up a creative future. 

peonies, season passed already? 

the slow way about everything offers the scenic route anyway, a route i do like, because it implies minimal travel and a broad imagination, a good place to reside and get inspired.

have a beautiful weekend and a lovely week ahead. ♥