In the autumnal and monotonous everyday life this week, colors have repeatedly set accents and left their positive impression.
Some weeks have a bit of everything I like. Those are always my favorite ones. When work has been varied and I’ve completed what I set out to do. When there’s time for a hike and then also to visit an art exhibition. This always leaves me with a very satisfied feeling. The past week was just like that and was also full of little things that caught my eye and gave me pleasure. It doesn’t have to be anything special and is usually the result of pure chance. Like when I put the bag with the waste paper next to the box with the waste cardboard to take it to the street for collection later. Suddenly there was this strong magenta next to the cyan and the round shapes that brightened up a gray autumn day.
My collected waste paper this month
Neighborhood discoveries
Even the walks through the neighborhood always hold new discoveries. A chance glance into a fountain reveals a rusty heart (how did it come to be?) and a section of the familiar cityscape looks like an urban still life. The open eyes, the open heart, they never remain unsatisfied.
Visual urban poetry
Working in the studio
I didn’t quite manage to finish my new painting of the Lai da Rims, but I did make some progress. Immersing myself in the work of painting is always something that feels to me like the calling I was given. I am happy to have recognized it and to have come to the point in my life where I can pursue my passion. I can’t live from this alone – which I realized once again when I did the balance sheets for the last two years this week. But the important thing is that I’m doing it and every picture I sell is confirmation that I’m on the right track.
Lai da Rims…almost done
A little hike at least
The cold I had last week has been with me this week too, although it was a strange cold. I didn’t have any real symptoms during the day, but I still didn’t feel healthy in general. And then I woke up every night and had a cough for an hour before I could go back to sleep. I therefore wanted to take it easy and decided not to go on a planned hike in the Alps. But I didn’t want to be completely without it either. Therefore Saturday we went to the area around Basel. Instead of taking the train, we took the streetcar half an hour to Flüh. After a detour to France to the Landskron castle ruins, we headed to Mariastein, then over the plateau to Metzerlen and back down into the valley to Hofstetten. From there, we took the streetcar back to the city. The hike had everything autumn has to offer. In the morning, the atmosphere was rather dull and foggy, but this changed abruptly when the sun came out after midday. The autumn-colored forests were beautiful under both skies, the overcast and the bright blue one. Incidentally, I did this hike once before, in spring 2022. It’s beautiful how the same landscape presents itself differently depending on the season.
Foggy morning, sunny afternoon
Immersing in a work of art
The week came to an end with art as well. On Sunday, I finally got to see Steve McQueen’s work Bass at Schaulager in Münchenstein. Or rather experienced it. In this expansive work of light, color and sound, you are literally absorbed and become part of the whole. The week was actually dominated by colors. From graphically printed cardboard boxes to colorful autumn leaves to the complete color spectrum as the crowning glory. Needless to say, I enjoyed every day.
Blending from red to purple
