On a quiet evening in Berlin in Spring 2005 I am working on the color-composition of the website for our upcoming life journey. Being in thoughts, I suddenly delve into deep feelings of love and compassion for the man by my side. Although far apart physically in this moment, in my mind and heart he is as close as one can be to another person. Being so deeply in loving imagination of the both of us on our journey, I am inspired to serve a special surprise to my beloved. Besides working with photos made during common adventures, I decide to create a new one. Having only a scanner...

Many years ago… I am holding a book in my hand watching a photo of an old man, a vagabond, sitting on the street with old and dirty clothes, unwashed, unshaved, with beard and not quite ordinary hair. In this case the vagabond mirrors one of those homeless persons I meet on the street sometimes. Remembering those characters various questions rise in my mind. Why are they living on the street? What brought them here? What happened? What are they thinking all the time? Is it freedom, absolute freedom, that makes them living this life? Is it a feeling? Don’t they see...

Sweet sixteen. I successfully graduate from school. All seven final exams passed with great results. Congratulations from teachers. Even making friendship with my geography teacher, who I had been in fight with for a year. Finally recognizing my passion for his subject, he wraps his arms joyfully around me together with the delivery of a congrats rose. I love my summer holidays! They feel so different this time No more school! Ten years in the same building, and no more! I feel free, light. I hold the whole world of opportunities in my hands. I can become anything. Do anything....

It’s just a few days before Christmas 2002, when I am witnessing a very sad situation. I am sitting in Koblenz Hbf (Train Station) in Mc Donalds at 2 o’clock in the morning, waiting for my train to Dortmund. While sitting here and reading my book the police enters, followed by a woman who seems to work for Deutsche Bahn (German train company). They go straight towards an old man who is sleeping quietly and peacefully in a corner. He sleeps sitting on a chair, his head rested on his arms, which are laying on the table. In front of him is standing a white plastic cup,...

When thinking about art critics, who try to interpret a piece of art done by someone else, I question the sense of doing so. Maybe they can feel it, that could be. In general though I think it’s a myth. A piece of art from others will always be a mystery for the observer, no matter how much one tries to analyze and feel it. I believe that no-one else than the artist himself could possibly explain what he was doing, what his intention was about bringing a specific idea into reality. Looking at myself, I even wonder if the artist himself can actually explain what made him...

Everyone is creative. Each and everyone has the gift to create something, no matter what it is. Being creative is a brand which is put, in my opinion, too often only on those that bring out famous paintings, sculptures, symphonies, magnificent dances, a million-dollar sold novel etc. That is neither fair, nor true. Everyone is creative, and I claim so because no matter how it looks what each and everyone of us creates each and every day of his life, even though other people disagree simply because their perception of beauty or their taste is different to yours, it is and will...

Just to let you know, being “skilled” in drawing is something anyone can learn, if he desires to. The most important thing in drawing something that looks authentic, is to be able to SEE. The book “Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain” by Betty Edwards makes that very clear. Only if you are able to really SEE things as they are, you will be able to draw things as they appear. If YOU always dreamed of drawing authentic, then take my advice and get this book. It is fantastic, especially for those that have always believed they cannot draw. I have read...

If you think you cannot draw in the moment you are drawing something you most likely will not appreciate the outcome. The true point here is, you will not like it NOT because YOU BELIEVE it is bad, but because you JUDGE yourself according to standards out there. Maye somebody has once criticized your art. You might as well unconsciously refer to a situation, which has hurt you, which left marks in your memory. I have learned over the years that everyone who is able to write can draw, because writing is a DRAWING! If you look at different handwritings, you cannot find anyone...

Let’s eliminate all judgement existing out there in the world about perfect, authentic drawings, adorable paintings, magnificient sculptures, touching voices, accurate dances, stilistic writings…, and let’s only look at ourselves, each one at himself, when we are creating something. The most important thing in doing art is to LOVE WHAT YOU ARE DOING. Simply feel your desire to do it and let your JOY flow freely through you. Feel free to do whatever you want to, there are no limits. Only feel. Smile. Embrace yourself as who you are. Dive into the process of...

Isn’t it ridiculous that women are still wearing high-heels? No? I say, Yes. Women and men alike know the power of high heels, which in first place is just about “attraction”. I agree that they make women’s legs appear longer. I agree that they look beautiful with a costume or lady-like dress. I agree that they are drawing men’s eyes on women – which, if we are honest, is what we women want. We love to be attractive. Now, this is all beautiful, just what about the pain we are actually putting up with while wearing them? High-heels are usually...