This afternoon, easy going, neither something at hand nor problems, suddenly hyperventilation. That stayed a while and ended as sudden as it popped up. Followed by the urge to paint. Going with my hunches I started and below the result. So far no idea for a title.

This ‘no idea’ escalated very quickly in the evening, when a Twitter connection, who can ‘hear’ paintings, answered, a bit flabbergasted and frightened by the painting, with the following words:

Wow, who made you that angry….so much anger! A wild dragon in shackles, wounded like a bull in the arena … Breathe! The anger is now in the picture.
And there is this white dragon around the head, protecting you. Dragon skull on the left, the back from left to right, the tail from right going right down. You are not alone …. and there is a white ball over the dragon’s head ..no idea..

I was in tears by the first words already. Deep impact…..have to process this.


Carrion Crow, Hooded Crow, Rook, Raven, Jackdaw, Magpie, Eurasian Jay – I have them flying by in my tiny garden for food and water. The #figurejuly drawing challenge on Twitter initiated by @moorfrau had *beak* as item for today, July 28.

The only bird I really can draw is the crow and this is the one I drew for today’s beak challenge.

To see the difference between a crow I drew back in the 90’s and now here the old one I gave away to a crow loving child.

This one looks more like the Jackdaw of the Alps.

From the mountain top to flat land – my inner movement too.

The power of the crow is especially important when you

draw conclusions from past and present for your future.
to find spirituality (back).
want to put an imbalance or an injustice back in the balance.

a German website about the crow family

a German website about the medicine of the crow

an English website about the family of the crow

rough sea

After two weeks of being ill and in hospital, today I felt better when I woke up. The morning murmured away like water with some chatting. Suddenly the peace and quiet was disturbed by someone who demolished my flower bed around the tree. Despite my sore foot I went outside to stop the (#$%^&*()_$#@@ ). It was too late – all done, nothing left. He laughed at my tears and went inside were he comes and go lately. I was furious and crying simultaneously. Smashed some doors, something I haven’t done for a long time. Went shouting that I have had it here. That I want to move as soon as possible if only….. That went on about 1 hour. Afterwards I showered and took care of the wound in my foot. Decent and calm again coffee.

Than the drawing challenge of @kriegundfreitag #ichgebeauf came on Twitter. One had to make or draw a picture about what you want if it was energizing and cooling down – we have some hot summer days lately. First thing that came to mind was a house at the seashore somewhere. To much work to paint. So I colored water and put a smiling face into it – swimming in sea. What to do with the water and the paint not entirely dissolved in the water? Painting after all. Not the house on the shore but a boat in the storm at sea, me standing with the sails and my inner captain at the helm. Still rough sea inside.


Yesterday afternoon, after a stressful and disappointing morning, I had the urge to threat paint again. Worked out as working with everything in reach including knife and fork. The first painting is a wormhole to me, sucking me in to who knows where.

Let’s try a second one I thought, lighter maybe and that came out very pleasant. Feels light, kind of spring feeling, strolling free through the fields as a horse without reigns but also some degree of chaos.

Blame it on the new moon. What comes up when yo look at the paintings?

Today the urge to threat paint again – I just like to do it. Two of them are on both sides of the same piece of paper so I made photos to have them apart. Worked on all the paintings in Adobe except for the red one. The red one has a background I did yesterday. I have the paintings printed.

Looks like a wild soldier to me.

This one looks as a Chinese painting to me. A geisha lying in a boat which is coming forth under a bridge.

A boy steering a boat.

A big bird flying high – maybe Phoenix rising from the ashes of the past.

A man running from the ancient figure on the left, maybe its Hades to close the past. Could be an ancient Chinese Emperor…past life’s has been lived there…

suiting the 18th May Full Moon – its the way home

Three blue robin eggs.
Holding inside you a complete future vision. Preserving and guarding a limitless awareness of what can be and of what shall be. You feel so pervasively the impact of what you carry inside that each piece of it now becomes supercharged with meaning and archetypal power, beyond how it might seem to anybody else. Being in the preliminary stages of something so vast and staggering that even those stages feel momentous beyond conception. Just about bowled over by future destiny. The personal self of now is cast into shadow, seeming trivial, a throwaway. But so transported by prenatal resolves to go all the way this time that any sacrifice or difficulty is chalked up to necessary stages of rough process. And the inner mind holds its lodestar in view, and simply cooks inside till it’s time to boil over.

entangled in the net of war

threat painting with black acrylic paint

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