Tag: 100 days challenge

79th day: Self Portrait

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79th day: Self Portrait
I found this self – portrait in Erlangen, in southern Germany. Who was the author? Which impulse led him to paint this portrait on the Southern City Wall? The self portrait has always been an important discussion of a painter with himself, not only with it’s own appearance, but also with the own internal constitution. I walked through the streets and have been looking for a face that looks like the one on the wall. I wondered what kind of mood he was in when he painted this image of himself. I’ve didn’t found him, the author of this interesting self portrait. I will continue looking for him.

(Erlangen – Südliche Stadtmauer)

62nd day: You are what you eat…

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62nd day: YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT…
This man, who turns out to be a skeleton, by observing him carefully, is frying hamburgers, that originate a green vapor. The steam seems to be highly toxic, because the chef works with protective clothing including breathing and visual protective brand. A box on the right half of the painting has a unique signature, we all know. How often do we take insufficient time as an excuse for not preparing healthy food! It would almost go as fast to peel an onion, to fry it, to add a few tomatoes and peppers as to take the pizza out of the freezer, to remove all the plastic which covers it, to place it on a baking sheet and put it into the oven. Tomorrow is Sunday and there is no excuse: Healthy food here we come!!!


(Mainz – Kastell)

50th day: Longing to be a bird!

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50th day: LONGING TO BE A BIRD!

This is the 50th day of my 100 days of street art challenge. Many people asked me: why are you doing this? What does it have to do with making jewelry? Well: I wanted to do this for such a long time! Years ago, when I was still living in Mexico, I started to observe Street Art and to take photos of it. I love the way people try to embellish their environment or to make political statements in different ways. It is not only the big mural of the yet recognized artist that keeps my attention, but also the small stencil, which you can hardly notice! I learned a lot doing this, because I have to observe the city I live in very carefully. I like the daily routine: you only get better doing things again and again. There are 50 more days missing and I am sure that this exercise will be reflected in my work as a jeweler afterwards!

(Skalitzer Straße, Berlin Kreuzberg)

43rd. day: How many more?

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43rd day: HOW MANY MORE?
It seems that the – so far – worst refugee disaster in the Mediterranean happened on 18th of April. Almost 900 people have drowned. As always, far too many people have been on a very small boat. I can’t imagine to be surrounded by so many people on such a small place, without feeling panic attacks. Even more unimaginable is the fear of the people and the uncertainty whether they ever arrive at their destination. How long will we still observe these disasters and talk about whether integration can work? At the moment it’s only survival that counts!

(RAW – Area, Berlin Friedrichshain)

38th day: Who will be next?

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38th day: WHO WILL BE NEXT?
Suddenly at one of my very frequented S – Bahn Stations, the last three presidents of the United States are looking at me. Are the news so present in my mind that I see them now for the first time? Or have they recently been painted up there? Anyhow: Reagan, Clinton and Bush are in front of me in small format! Reagan is swinging in his right hand a revolver and wears spore-filled boots. Bush swings a flag in his left hand and has a halo floating above his head. Clinton is standing in the middle, and seems to curb the two of them like a patient father. Who will be next? And how should Clinton manage to keep Trump in check, when he has not even a free hand left? It will remain exciting and for me, who is used to German election campaigns and Merkel’s rhombus, the American election campaign remains strangely alien and reminds me more of Latin American telenovelas than of political realism.


(S – Bahn Station Savignyplatz, Berlin Charlottenburg)