My husband and I love to go to Mr. Bödiger's literary evenings, where he reads texts, poems and funny lines by German author's compiled by him in a context that is very current. Thank you for the invitation Mr. Bödiger, we would love to come.
... Mr. Bödiger
My husband and I love to go to Mr. Bödiger's literary evenings, where he reads texts, poems and funny lines by German author's compiled by him in a context that is very current. Thank you for the invitation Mr. Bödiger, we would love to come.
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... open up new worlds.
My husband and I normally make time to eat out together. Our way of bonding over a meal. Even if both of us are reading, sketching and doing our "own" thing. We are doing it together. This afternoon a young man joined us at our table, since the place we go to is normally crowded. This was the second time we were seated together. We started to talk about his frequent road trips, and ended up exchanging (visiting) cards. How easy it is to open up new worlds, if we are only willing to smile and greet people. ... from Sicily!
Sicily is known for its baroque architecture, especially Cathedrals and Churches. Although the money that goes into restoration and maintenance was obviously much lesser, in comparison, than the money spent by the Germans, the love and pride with which the Sicilians keep their monuments were obvious too. Sadly. there was a lot of decay that I could see as well. In the city of Modica (also known for its chocolates), we were surprised to see "For Sale" (Vendesi) signs on almost every alternate house in the Old City. On asking we were told, that many families had moved out to the newer parts of town, because restoration was more expensive than building a new house. So the old baroque city is now a ghost city and falling apart. Coming to my sketch: This is a small podest like structure in the Palace Grounds of Donnafugata, deriving its name from the Lady of the Palace who ran away (eloped perhaps?). Interesting... ... from the old!
I am signing back in after a prolonged Holiday Break. I had the opportunity to spend New Year's Eve on a secluded, quiet beach (but for my son who was running up and down shouting out in glee) on the beautiful island of Sicily. We were in a Nature Reserve Beach, where I found this beautiful piece of wood. It had the passage of time and the handwriting of both nature's gentle warmth and its fury imprinted on it. It had seen not only warm sunshine, but also stormy seas. It had also has man's very own intervention hanging on to it in the form of a faded yarn from a fishing net. I had to smuggle this piece of poetry back to Berlin. If it could speak it would tell us stories of gentleness and of the violence of nature and how it survived. Here is wishing each one of us a year on which we will be able to look back with gratefulness and joy. |
Aruna SamiveluI am an artist. I live and work in Berlin. Archives
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