About colors and feelings

The ninth week was a rollercoaster of emotions and weather. Melancholy and anticipation, cold rain and warm spring days.

After the sunny weekend in Chicago, the new week in New York began gray and wet again. I was still feeling a bit affected by my cold last week and got off to a rather sluggish start. It wasn’t until Wednesday that I felt so physically fit again that I went for a run in Riverside Park in a rain-free moment – only to get wet in the last 10 minutes. Although I don’t mind the rain much when I’m running, I sweat anyway and there’s something nice about getting soaking wet that reminds me of being a child.

Colors in the gray

As I ran through the gray day, I thought about spring, which has already arrived in Basel. And then I suddenly noticed how the trees in the park shimmered in such different colors. The bare branches in shades of yellow, green or red, depending on the type of tree, some purple, others brown. As if they had a colorful aura.

Hello spring colors

At the end of February, which gave us an extra day this year, the sun came back and on my next run, this time in Central Park, I finally came across some harbingers of spring. The day was still quite cool despite the sun, but suddenly a first cluster of daffodils shone bright yellow in the brown foliage. And a few yards further on, a great rhododendron bloomed in a delicate spring pink. Next to it were a few purple crocuses. I was so excited to see the return of color after all those long weeks dominated by grey and brown and white.

Back to wet

The sunny days were followed by another gray Saturday with pouring rain and the only splash of color I noticed that day was the artwork „To let the sky know” by Ana María Hernando in Madison Square Park.

Studio update

My work in the studio this week was mainly characterized by preparations for the upcoming exhibition and of a bureaucratic nature. I worked on a new motif for my fineart print series of Swiss Birds. This time a european robin has seen the light of day.

Getting emotional

Even the long stays in New York come to an end. This week was my last here in the city and was therefore emotionally tinged with melancholy moments before saying goodbye and a little tense because of the things I really wanted to do before I left. But I was also looking forward to Basel and life there. The city, the habits there, the apartment, the food, the work and the friends. All the things that you always perceive as routine after a while and get lost in everyday life. I feel blessed that my two very different living situations allow me to experience these little big things again and again.

Time to say farewell

New York didn’t make it easy for me to say goodbye. At 65°F / 18°C and glorious sunshine, it was time to pack my bags and, after a last walk in the park, say goodbye and take a cab to the airport to leave behind everything that was still real life and will be just a memory that slowly fades away tomorrow.

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