December 29/30/31, 2017 Shopping at ALDI’s / Shopping at Morrison’s / around midnight, two rockets are flying in our new neighbourhood
January 1, 2018 New Year’s walk at West Sands, St Andrews. Cold wind, cold water. Ten men and two women go swimming.
January 2/3/4/5/5/6, 2018 light hours in Scotland / Daddy’s new office / everywhere only soft bread… / … even the expensive german-style rye bread / flying again…
January 17/18, 2018 (Germany) During the sledge ran downhill, the snow became to rain, seeping into the ground already. / … haven’t been sitting behind the steering wheel for ages – soaked with sweat after a 10 minutes shopping ride.
January 22, 2018 (Germany) on the train, across from me: business-suit-man (on the left) and business-suit-woman (right). One black scarf per person.
February 5, 2018 (Scotland) North Castle Street
February 6, 2018 Today, I feel lost. Everywhere an in-between. Everywhere the beginner of a new language – wether in English, in tango-leading or the left-hand traffic. I’m also noticing with alarm that I can hardly bear this Scottish friendliness. What is wrong with me?
March 29, 2018 I prefer spending my rare time in the greenhouse. There at least, I see, that something is progressing.
April 3, 2018 Milonga in Edingburgh: being allowed to embrace friendly people the whole evening long, without being barked at.
May 8, 2018 …because St Andrews is hardly considering cycle tracks, I am now the well-known town snail, who is stopping the whole traffic on her way to nursery every morning.
May 9, 2018 The radio played swing and I made a joke by saying, that I felt stepping back in time of the 30s and 40s. But then…
May 10, 2018 Again, I am overwhelmed by sadness and unproductiveness. The feeling of being FOREIGN, here and everywhere in the world. Congratulated an old friend to her 39 birthday – time is running. Outside, a Scottish spring storm is roaring. My hand has rapidly aged.
May 11, 2018 In general, the people here are more compassionate and more grateful, than in Germany.
May 18/19, 2018 Day of the Holy Green Lacewing / Weekend trip to Glamis (quarrel ride – happy castle tour – quarrel ride)
May 21, 2018 Attack of the killer lacewing
May 29, 2018 8am – 1pm: visual artist. From 1pm: change of personality, collecting child from nursery.
May 23, 2018 Yesterday in Edinburgh, something went wrong with my Cabeceo.
May 24, 2018 Produced 13 misprints (out of 13 prints) at the kitchen table, in an exhausting act of several hours.
May 28, 2018 We still need some chest of drawers.
May 29 / 30, 2018 picture from Scotland: fog and rain. / Picture from Berlin: my father on the couch, 38 degrees outside in the shadow.
May 31 – July 6, 2018 I have grown old and lazy in Scotland. Not that there isn’t anything else to talk about – quite contrary. Perhaps, it is this permanent state of being on a so felt long term holiday, not allowing me to make daily drawings? No, over all it’s laziness.
July 6, 2018 Could be a heart. But it doesn’t feel like a heart. Could be an ear. But it doesn’t listen like an ear. An open mouth perhaps. That is desiring. And taking. Without thinking.
July 7, 2018 Long past midnight. Still, there is light at the sky. Everywhere about me, the house is cracking in the stillness.
July 8, 2018 My little one is still cute, but somehow he has lost his ears…
July 14, 2018 17:58h Broken ivory tower. West Sands.
July 24/25, 2018 (Germany) Too hot, for being outside. And the swimming lakes have blue-green algae already. / On the way to the airport, I see tourists queuing in front of Mme Toussaud’s waxworks (38 degrees in the shadow). I imagine:
July 31, 2018 Yes, I am foreign here. Even though everyone is endeavouring so much not to let me feel like an outsider.
September 4/5, 2018 There is a fire burning inside me, not allowed to break out. / Thinking in the sun.
September 8, 2018 The three of us at Norman’s Law. We have grown so old.
September 13/14, 2018 Single-Mom (day 1) / Single-Mom (day 2)
September 23/24, 2018 (Isle of Skye) The sheep here are living on the street and hardly on the fields…
September 26, 2018 (Isle of Skye) Today was a rainy day again. When we’re lucky, we will hear some rutting deer later.
October 17, 2018 Seen the Musical CHICAGO in Pitlochry… Really „crispy“ were actually only the actresses and me…
October 18, 2018 Pub-Crawling with …: After 2 pints of ale (was it ale?) and one cider, I see you not only double but all your alter egos in their ambiguity… Who are you really?
October 19/20, 2018 I am a master of this magic trick: turning into stone and losing the ground under my feet. / Spent many hours with friends and children in the Cr.Park… When M. rode – without listening to me – over the train tracks, I have to come out again as the not-relaxed, shouting German.
October 22, 2018 St Andrews: the shitty-storm-season has begun again!
November 9, 2018 … and then there is this apparently scottish tradition to sell icecream in the auditorium during the interval (like in cinema), it is frequented (the same at CHICAGO, but that was in the afternoon and a musical – now it is in the evening and an opera!)
November 14, 2018 If I am not getting the language and feeling completely foreign again, I am always showing a big SMILE. Thus, I am smiling my way – like with a machete – through the jungle of alien land.
Choice of daily drawings from 2018: open DIN A6 sketchbook, black ink pen / Auswahl an Tageszeichnungen von 2018: aufgeschlagenes DIN A6 Skizzenheft, schwarzer Tuschestift
One drawing per day… Documenting, saving, remembering. Since 2013, this is my ongoing diary project. No matter, if it becomes a good or a bad drawing. Keeping the moments and keeping the way of seeing the world through an artist’s eye. /
Jeden Tag (auf)zeichnen. Festhalten, erinnern. Seit 2013 ist dies meine Form der Tagebuchaufzeichnung. Ganz egal, ob es eine gute oder eine schlechte Zeichnung wird. Weder den Moment noch den künstlerischen Blick verlieren.