We try, we fail, we make errors, we hurt others. That’s life. If we manage to stay open, curious, and learn from our mistakes each of them is a chance to grow.
This scribble was put on my blog in 2014. Not sure if I drew it that year or before. Either way, I remember that that year the FDP came out with their new CI and to me, it was hilarious that they “copied” the fuck… Read More »Well, fuck you very much – mindful cursing
Just like throwing away my plastic cutlery for picnics to replace it with bamboo ones, I can’t bring myself to throw away the polymer clay jewellery I made and the material I still have lying around. I am planning to make more polymer clay jewellery… Read More »“Sleepy Bear Trophy” Pendant – What to do with the “bad” stuff?
What was I thinking in 2009 when I drew this? I have no idea. I had a bit of a run at the time with scribbling in the moleskin notebook. Sitting in a hipster coffee shop in Berlin scribbling. I had many coffees and brownies… Read More »Hungry Horror Kid
A tiny and cute scribble. This would make a good hipster cat tattoo. Unfortunately, I have no tattoos and I do not plan on getting any though I really like them. Every time I found something I really loved, I waited for a year before… Read More »Hipster Cat Tattoo and the fear of making mistakes
Not only this sculpture but also writing this article taught me a lot about letting go. And truth be told I am not really interested in this lesson… The sculpture because it’s a lost form technique and the article because I just started working with… Read More »Lost form concrete sculpture – Berta von Flausch
We were travelling through Borneo by bus – for hours and hours – through the pouring rain – border stop after border stop – crazy pouring rain. The kind of rain you rarely have in Europe. The kind of rain that causes a natural disaster… Read More »Im Bus nach Brunai
Back in the days, I had a shop at Dawanda – the German? European? – knock off from Etsy where I sold those paper cranes. I worked ok without any advertising, and that surprised me. Why would anyone pay for something they can easily do… Read More »Morts brutales – Origami cranes made of old books
From homemade syrup to privilege to solidarity and an open heart is one post. It’s interesting how things go in waves. My parents and grandparents grew up with big gardens, growing most of the food themselves. Foraging, preserving, making apple juice, harvesting the walnuts, strawberries,… Read More »Homemade Elderflower Syrup – the times are changing