Greek People, People living o Rhodes are friendly to their visitors.
Rhodes has been invaded, plundererd, taken advantage of or used for Strategic Purposes by foreigners over Centuries.
Yet their inhabitants remain proudly and calm in their full Greek identity, not being lost over or confused about their internal matters. I come to the following conclusion:
You are save being a Visitor in Greece. The Greek People will kindly ignore you.
Your belongings are save., It is considered highly unethical to steal from somebody, no matter of its origin.
But you may be on your toes, stay alert. The Greek are clever and business minded.
Although they would never steel from you, they will try their best to take advantage.
If you make a mistake in your daily business, if you are not well informed of your rights -
that is another matter, it is a highly honory way to make the best of someone's misfortune...
Sometimes I can't make up my mind
whether it should be Writer-Painter.
So far it does not support me to live
However, there is no rule that says
„Only if you are selling (enough) to support your lifestyle“...,
you are a Painter or Writer. I am a Painter or Writer, because I do
both. I paint, I write.
The rest is development and I am on my
way, being a creative person, so much is clear.
If I am to loose my eye-sight, or if I
am to loose my hands/arms, so that I could no longer paint, I can still
continue describing with words. Although (of course) I'd be terribly
sad, I'll never forget the EMOTION of colour and i would learn to
rise to fully develope my writing. So I am fortunate, being able to
express myself in both.
Still I am not such an intellectual
whizz-kid such as the great writers are, but I can think, I can feel
and therefor I write and express my poetry.
I will not write about the phenomena
„Writer against Painter“ as such, more what it means to me, since
I am doing both, and trying to explain –mainly to myself- why so
far I can not (yet) combine the two, apart from some rare exceptions. Something I would love to do and will pursuit in future time to come.
I had my first real „Wow-effect“ in
painting early on, in Kindergarden-time with scratchings on wax. I
remember that clearly. Creating loose colour shapes with wax-crayons,
overpainting in black, brown or dark blue... and the exploration of
the underlying colour being freed by scratching over it.
A Facebook friend of mine, Mahhmud
turned this into his unique style, creating a mesmerising Art.
have inspired me form early on. Even before I could read, Ottfried
Presslers childrens book „Der kleine Wassermann“ („The little
Waterman“) has intrigued me greatly, mainly because of those
wonderful illustrations in blue and green.
second „Wow“ came the first time I had the experience of using
those charming Guache-paints at school, colours seemingly so much
more lively than simple watercolours...
Painting a brown Swiss Cow, sitting in the green grass against
the background of Mountains.
Motive I saw for the first time on a holiday in Switzerland. (In
Germany there is mainly the Holstein-variety, which is black and
white. For those brown cows, I still feel the same kind of
was slow to take on reading, really struggled.
my (Step)-Grandfather patiently took me for a ride in his care, always
to the place, whichever sign I could properly read. That was a huge spark, he
was also first to buy me a dictionary and I had tremendous pleasure, looking up words, opening up a
complete Universe, I will always be grateful for that.
I can't remember the first Poem that I enjoyed reading – but being a young developing Teenager, I was
jumping into the love poems of Goethe and by this way glided into
there it was a short jump into Shakespeare, later having lived in
Britain, until today, Shakespeare pleases me a lot. I have also enjoyed reading great speaches through the Ages.
I was really fired off completely the first time I was reading Pablo
Neruda. I owe him. He is my greatest influencial teacher of poetry
and will remain so.
first time I have been painted by others, I was 21 Yrs of Age, Oil
was sleeping. Waking up I saw this painting of mine, on white canvas,
in vivid Orange, Yellow, Blue and Violett lines... What an
same guy really introduced me into the Arts.
have been to many Exhibitions in Europe, we travelled a lot, and I
believe I have been a good Muse to him. It was great fun. (Until
than, so far I have been painted three times, and every time being a
different type of pleasure... Thank you: Klaus, Dennis & Kala).
was taken by storm and truly in love with his style, seeing Gustav
Klimt's Art for the first time.
was IN his paintings, and the same it was with the Impressionists.
I was trying out a few mediums, painting with Oils, Acrylics and
enjoyed it all... But the moment I was hitting Silkpainting, I knew
this was it. I found my Medium, maybe being 23 Years of Age.
Fascination of Silk in combination with the flowing of colours in the process of applying...is just
above the rest, Silkpainting is special, although not forgiving: You
see every mistake
and you can not „scribble it over“ or trying to hide it. Every
peace is a most valuable learning curve.
I have not explored it very long... I was side tracked. My life events
took me away from it, or I have allowed this to happen... For some twenty years I was not creatively painting at all... Or better to say, I
was not allowing my creativity to be expressed that way.
huge gap, the one missing out was me, with the result that now I have
to catch up on a lot..
mind, I have gained unique experiece in many different fields and
they have made me the person I am now. Maybe I needed this time,
encluding the experience of my own Cancer (and overcoming it) or the
close the experience of a loved person dying so in turn becoming
this more spiritual person that I am now, although I am not talking
about Religion in its common sense.
wrote my frist Poem 1988, sparked of by an Architect, one of our
regular Hotel-clients. I had already finished working as a trained
Dietician, changing into Hotelmanagement. Every morning, he came
smiling to Reception and his general answer, on how was his morning,
always has been „Super“.
I thought... Super … So early... I continued those words in my
was the start to my poetry. (Thank you, Mr Wilmsmann!)
remember how pleased he was, even a little jealous, when I presented
him my first two poems, being inspired by something he was saying to
me those mornings.
Process of writing or expressing my Poetry remained the same until
today, only that by now I have savely managed to find my form, my
style of writing.
comes the emotion, always. I have to be touched by something, often
an image, a picture, or a thought of mine... And then I write.
inspiration, the spark usually is an expression, or a feeling, a
certain WAVE. I am simply describing the way I am feeling about
something. Let myself being carried from the emotion, I do not really
have to search the words... Rarely. (Although a Thesaurus is a great
good poems always develope very fast, I can easy arrange later the
form, sometimes change a few words or lines against each other...
Just play around or mirror my own words until it makes sense, until
it flows the way I like it.
is different in Painting. It seems to be a completely different
is harder for me to paint.
still have to search a lot. For the Motive, even the whole
I find a real intriguing image that pleases my eyes so much, that I
would really love to paint it, to „feel the Colour“ or the shape
also, since I have had abundend it for so long and I am still
struggling once again with technicalities. Even though I enjoy and
love it deeply.
advantage, it will certainly be easier to sell Work of Silkpaintings (or Fashion being created hanpainted) than
publishing books, a much faster process and easier to market. (You
„only“ have to be good at it, haha!) Plus, the process of painting is
less lonely, the community of Silk-Painters exchanging their work and
supporting each other is fantastic.
can see that I am progressing fast and the fascination of painting on
silk carries me through the struggle, my love is deeper than the
trouble going alongside.
I do not yet fully understand my process nvolved in painting, even though I
have seen so many great pieces of Art. It is a process of finding the image, than its shape,
the form is being developed first and than follows the Colour – unless it is
freestyle, then once again it works the other way around... Still I have a long way to go.
far, I have rarely managed to combine picture and words. It first
happened once I saw a painting of Picasso („Die Badenden“) A
painting of three girls, sitting on rocks with a boat in the
backyard. I could immediately bond with that painting, having been sailing myself.
could literally feel the wind, feel the summerheat and the cooling
breeze of waters. Of I went writing! Another time my words
accompanied a painting of Flowers – „Summercollection“- 1994 by
Dilia Perez de Sehm, a friendly, naive painting in vivid dots creating summerflowers, so I simply called it „Your Flowers“ with my
style of writing slowly developing.
similar process being involved the day I saw a photograph made by my
when he published a photo taken of his garden, in his cottage in St.Lucia, a perspective from the
inside out, accompanied by his words „Gate to Paradise...“
was his words as much as the actual photo, thinking of this garden almost growing into his House, what started me off... Yet
I continued thinking about those sweet words and that was the
beginning of my poem, I wrote „Sweetly you talk of paradise...“
HIS PARADISE, describing in the same manner in HIS ART, HIS COLOURS –
It was all there for the taking. Thank you, Daniel.
lately, with the painting of my (two) Bulls, where I was touched to
the heart, by the image of a Bull during a bullfight, that was dying
in the Ring, already overcome by its Torroero.
this animal so sweetly, innocently and curiously moved towards the
„Killer“, almost tenderly yet already bleeding out of his mouth,
with that pleading expression of fear in the eye... I felt so much
love and just had to paint THIS moment AND write a Poem about it.
(Poem came first!)
am looking forward to more moments such this, to combine the two.
will be lovely, and although it is yet rearly happening, although I
am still in struggle, it feels great and I am happily looking forward
to further creations whichever way it will take me.
also want to express my gratitude, there are so many good Silk Painters, particular female Silkpainters. It is probably one of the
few fields in Art, where Woman lead the field.
of the earliest (German) Silk painters to inspire me, already in the Eighties, was Barbara
Banach „Shahida“. Her free flow techniques are the
most delicate and light designs. Adorable.
great Artist is John Carollo (Studio „The naked Eye“), his way of
combining Silk Painting with Sculpture, moving it freestyle into a
three-dimensionale Art in his beautiful way is simply amazing... So
Inspiration comes from many sorts, and you have to open your heart and mind
wide to let it in, giving it a home where it wishes to stay...