Heaven on Earth und Aether are available for
€ 249.- (instead of € 290.-) including shipping (worldwide).
Both paintings are 50 x 50 cm (19,7 in x 19,7 in),
created in 2012, signed,
provided with wire for easy hanging,
and with felt buttons to protect your walls and for good air circulation.
The ink I use is non-fading, age-resistent, smear-proof, and highly brilliant.
I solely work with the ink of Rohrer & Klingner and Nan-King of Lefranc & Bourgeois.
Two little jewels which transform any space into an elegant, individual, and special one. They can be purchase together or individually.
Is art important?
Counterquestion: What would we be without art?
What would we be without paintings, books, music, films, operas, plays, fashion, bouquets of flowers, cooked creations?
We wouldn't have any culture and and wouldn't know what to do with our money in our spare time.
Hanging up a work of art or a photo at home and living with this piece of art is enjoyable, inspiring, gives us something to talk about with interesting and boring guests likewise, decorates our walls, and lets us explore our individual taste which we then can exhibit for others to marvel at.
Art connects us to our humanity, to ourselves, lets us feel and experience.
Friedrich von Schiller
As much as joy is part of our human experience so is pain. Art shows us that we're not alone in our pain and in our joy. And maybe it can show us ways to cope with the pain or lets us share our joy with others.
Are brings us into balance and can complement what is missing in us.
Entire countries have fallen in love with a particular style of art attempting to bring balance to society. France, for example, in the late 1800s appreciated the art of Jacques-Louis David, who was an exponent of classism with its clear and simple, sometimes strict design vocabulary being a total opposite to the decadence and sensuality of rococo, which had reigned beforehand.
Also, England in the 19th century discovering the pre-Raphaelite whose colorful, close-to-nature work was a great contrast to the brutal effects of the industrialisation.
Among others art is witness, path-shower, healer, therapist, propaganda, lover, conscience, and job-creator.
Is art important?
Every culture has art. Art allows us to be complete beings because expressing oneself artistically is a fundamental human behavior, just like laughter or language.
Art keeps us sane and healthy, since it stimulates or calms our mind. It helps us to express ourselves where words fail to do so. "If one could express it with words, there would be no reason to paint." Edward Hopper
Art tells us our history. Our personal history as well as history shared as a collective.
And art brings us together in order to have a shared experience.
Picasso was once asked by a German soldier in Paris whether he was the one who painted Guernica, icon of political art. Picasso answered: "You painted this picture, not me."
Likewise, the türkish artist Zehra Dogan answered the judges whether she painted the painting depicting turkish flags decorating destroyed houses in a Kurdish distric: "You painted this picture, not me." Currently she is serving two years and 10 month in jail.
Art must be allowed to be, live, and breathe - for the highest good of all.
At the opening of the Documenta14 in Athens:
"Finally! Finally simply nothing but art", said the elderly lady from Athens, standing in awe on the Syntagma-Plaza. "...something that has nothing to do with the crisis."
Is art important?
Summer is on its way and with it comes the desire to spend more time outdoors.
The drawing ink also wanted to get outside for a change, out of the studio and into the fresh air. And so, she went onto a trip into the blue, letting her pigment lead the way.
The paint brushes in the studio had told her of a dreamy bay, where apparently one could splash around wonderfully.
So she packed her bags and started out in the direction of the bay.
She was excited to take a bath in the cool, clear water, which probably would be much more refreshing than the murky waters her mistress always splashed about.
She didnt need a bikini, the ink always goes swimming in the nude.
So, she took the highway A7 towards Inklake and enjoyed the lovely scenery along the way. There was a slight overcast, which was promising to clear up though.
Her trip lead her over a delightful bridge, where five glorious cottonwood trees lined the riverside.
She also came by a wonderfully fragant field of blooming poppies. It's splendor knocked her flat and so she decided to take a rest here and take in this eye-candy-like beauty.
Her journey went on and she was smitten with amazement when she suddenly saw what appeared to be a glacial lake. A glacial lake in the middle of the country? In the middle of the summer? Well, this was no ordinary glacial lake. This was an ice-cream lake that only looked like a glacial lake. Anybody who wished was allowed to help himself to the ice-cream. So the ink helped herself to a few scoops. She couldn't figure out what kind of ice-cream it was but that was irrelevant. It was delicious!
On the way to the bay she also passed by a small lake that was flanked by a group of four smaller lakes. She had faith in the paint brushes though and so she waited to go swimming until she would reach the bay.
When she finally reached the bay it was as if there was a switch being flipped inside her. Seeing the beautiful blue of the water all the stress of the art studio simply fell off her and she sent a silent thank you to the paint brushes for their great tip. She would definately return the favor!
Being one with everything she fueled up on life-energy and stayed in the water until her pigment started to shrivel. She began reflecting on her life purpose as ink because no vacation is
complete without a little bit of pondering life itself as such.
She felt reminded of her mission helping her mistress paint good paintings and looked forward to returning to the studio refreshed. She really had a great boss. One who often wasted way too much ink but one who knew what she was doing regarding the larger picture. So, on her way back she desiced she would vacation more often. Her mistress could simply use acrylics for when she was away.
The ink's break came to an end - until next time.
What would we be without Henri Matisse? When he says "Painting is not coloring shapes but shaping colors" I want to sing, dance, laugh and a few other things.
The impressive colorist Matisse set color as the foundation of his work and as the center of composition.
"The paintings of the Impressionists built with pure colors proved to the next generation that these colors, which can be used to describe phenomena of nature, independently of these phenomena, have in themselves the power to address the feelings of the viewer. In fact, the stronger they are, simple colors can affect the feelings more so, for example, blue, increased by its complementary color, acts upon the feelings as an energetic gong, and the same also applies to yellow and red. Artists must be able to make them sound as they need them to be." - Henri Matisse
In this context, I would like to bring an exhibtion in the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art to your attention:
Matisse and Diebenkorn
This exhibit must be breathtaking and I hope it will come to Germany at some point. I'm sure it'll be worth keeping one's eyes peeled for the show's catalogue.
RED - Did you know that red is the oldest colour there is, being the first one receiving a name?
Bugattired, cadmium, purpurin, poppy-red, embersred, carmine, salmon pink, mahagony,
roman-violett, or scarlet - they all look as superb as they sound.
The Spanish word for coulourful is identical with the word for red: colorado.
Red and also black are two of the oldest artist's colours there are, being documented in Sumer about 4000 years ago. The sumerians used a type of red pigment created out of red lead. Around the time of antiquity vermilion, made of quicksilver and sulphur, replaced the red pigment. Vermilion is still being used today.
Being the colour of love and of hatred, symbolic colour of the aristocracy and of communism, the colour of warriors, judges, blood, fire, and correction - red is the colour of all passion.