Friday,30
This one friend I recently met virtually after a long time wrote me that it's a shame my art center isn't doing so well, otherwise it would be my life's work. Yes, maybe I hadn't conveyed it to her properly. I replied that I was fine the way it was. It's actually an art center and kind of my life's work. The fact that only a few come by from time to time and there is no crazy program is absolutely no problem for me. It's just the way it is and it takes so much energy to maintain the whole thing that it probably won't change in the near future. But at least - and this is the reason for the long break - I was able to edit and upload the page regarding the collection. In this sense, all the best for the coming year - if I don't get in touch again. HAPPY 2023.
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Monday, 12
After that story on the stairs, I just want to say that I am doing very well and have no further after-effects from the fall. That's how life can be - lucky angels would have accompanied me, as I was told.
I recently reconnected with a friend from high school via Instagram. I'm very glad about that. Our exchange via e-mail is quite exciting. She's a wonderful and great artist. We traveled a lot together as teenagers and already there we philosophized about art and actually did it. We both chose art as a major in high school. She then studied art at the academy in Munich, while I stayed in Hamburg and studied at the art academy there. So our lives slowly drifted away. At first I sometimes visited her in Munich, but then I moved to Basel and she to New York. We met there once too. That was the last time we saw each other about thirty years ago. How nice to have met her again.
A few days ago (Wednesday evening) I fell down the stairs. Actually, I didn't want to write about it because I found it somehow too personal and didn't want to burden the anonymous reader with it. It was an almost traumatic experience.
Like every day around 9pm I was on my way down to give the dogs their last meal. The bag with the dry food in my right hand, I stopped at the top of the stairs. I wondered if the dogs were there as they have been jumping over the wall and roaming around a lot lately. If they heard me coming, they would wait at the bottom of the stairs. Since there is no light below, nor can you turn it on from above, I couldn't see them clearly at first, just shadows. I leaned forward to speak to them and at the same time made a step, but missed the stairs. It was like losing the ground under my feet and I realized that I was falling - a bit like in free fall - and that I had no chance to catch myself. I landed on my ribs and slid down some steps on my stomach. I was short of breath. The dogs immediately came over and made whining noises. They were clearly worried. I felt better while stroking them. I got up and found that I had barely hurt myself. A rather long abrasion on the shin, but otherwise nothing but a sprained toe and thumb. I immediately thought I was really lucky. Nothing broken, no serious injuries. In the meantime everything has healed well, a few small bruises remained, which I hadn't noticed in the beginning.
Argentina vs. Australia is currently running. Messi just scored a goal. He really is a great footballer. I suppose it's his last World Cup, I would begrudge him that he becomes world champion with his team. Ghana were unlucky again with Uruguay, too bad, they were second in their group. After all, Senegal made it to the round of 16.
Thursday, 1
Art Space Work of the Month
Almir da Silva Mavignier - Night (of "Four Times of Day"), 1977, offset prints for the exhibition
"Philipp Otto Runge in his time", Hamburger Kunsthalle 1978, 84x60cm