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Sonntag, 9. Oktober 2011

I can't finish her... I'm sorry...

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It still hurts too much.
I've tried but...
She'll stay unfinished...
When I started this painting I was full of hope that she would overcome it...
We have a gig in November and I deleted her songs from the set list...
I can't do this...
It still hurts too much.
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Sonntag, 12. Juni 2011

Sonntag, 22. Mai 2011

Commissional work. BUTTERFLIES.

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For a child's room.
The child loves butterflies :-))).
Must be finished till July.
Acrylic paint on canvas.
Looks small in the photo but it's quite big...
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Dienstag, 5. April 2011

Back to art...

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@ Kenji from Tokyo:
If you think that it's possible to make you smile with my art I will do my very best.






A tip for all the people who don't like to be drawn: Tattoo you!
It can prevent you from this!
Because it's so damn difficult to draw a tattooed person.
You never know how the tattoo really looks like because it appears different in different body positions.
I hope Amy will be finished this year.

I'm not inked and I'm still not sure if it's a good idea to do this. Maybe someday...when I'm retired...the lyrics of Summer And Spring on my back or something...

Mittwoch, 2. März 2011

CUBISM - SCHOOL PIECE

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I'm relieved.
I've found it.
Finally.


When my art teacher forced me, a rebellious and stupid teenager, to do this, I was angry and absolutely unenthusiastic.
I wanted to develop my own style, not to copy others.
I HATED this unit.
He put a guitar, two glasses, a bottle of wine and some sheets in the middle of a table, bored the pants off us with an endless monologue about the theory and history of Cubism and finished with: "Now it's your turn!"
Today I know that it was a good thing. I learned a lot and maybe it influenced me a bit too.


















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Dienstag, 8. Februar 2011

MADONNA.

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Mittwoch, 26. Januar 2011

Pregnancy in progress.

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I know, it's a myth that pregnant women eat pickled cucumbers all day long.
But I think pregnancy is absolutely the most interesting phase in a woman's life.
And the only time in her life when she is happy to be kicked and punched.
From the inside.

No, I'm not pregnant.
It's only the painting that is in progress.

Donnerstag, 20. Januar 2011

Bleeding out.......................And back to life.

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In the past two weeks I felt like the guy in the painting.

Bleeding out, carrying my head under my arm, loosing the ability to speak...

My whole family was ill.
Very ill.
Me too.

Many days of driving between hospitals, doctors and pharmacies.
Many sleepless nights.
I tried to care and console as good as possible.

We feel better now.

Back to life.

Mittwoch, 5. Januar 2011

FLAMENCO.

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Flamenco dance is wonderful.
But damn difficult.
I tried to learn it for about two years and it was a real success!
I didn't look totally ridiculous while dancing and I developed my very own style.
Please, do yourself a favour and don't ask me to dance flamenco for you *LOL*.
















Paco de Lucía is the god of flamenco guitar.
Listen and enjoy.
One of my favourite pieces.

Mittwoch, 29. Dezember 2010

I really appreciate if you look closer and find me naked in the toilet.

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HOUSE PARTY (1998).



No, it's not another Frank Zappa Quote. It's mine.

I don't have green eyes but in 1998 I wished to have ;-).

With this tiny painting I wish you all, my dear friends, a Happy New Year.

May all your parties be crazy enough.
May all your lovelies be with you.
May all your wishes come true.
May all your resolutions be successful.
And may 2011 be full of love, creativity, health and luck for all of us.

XOXOXOX

Dienstag, 14. Dezember 2010

THE CHIN-LINE EXPLANATION

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I'm very often asked, why I divide the chins, or the whole faces, in my paintings with a line.

It started about 20 years ago with the theory (created in my crazy teenage brain) that:

The best key to happyness is to be as schizophrenic as possible.

I live about 4 different lives that are not really compatible with each other.
I mean, for example my stage performances and my main job.
So, I'm somehow 4 different persons in one body and sometimes ask myself:
WHO the hell am I at this moment mainly? *lol*

People say that I'm strange, mysterious, crazy, too versatile... but never boring.
And I'm very happy with this.
I experienced a lot sh** in my life but there was always a person in me that was lucky while one of the others was hurt.
So, I was never completely down. :-)

Here are two pictures to show you the development.

The rest is silence.
Or... your interpretation.


1991 (WITHOUT TITLE I)

































1999 (LIZA)

Dienstag, 16. November 2010

KID ROCK AND UNIVERSITY.





















You surely wonder now: What the f*** have these two in common?!?

I like Kid Rock.
I love his music.
He is a great musician.
Despite the fact that he was married to two big breast.
Or...maybe because he was married to two big breasts?
No...he already was a great musician before being married to these two big...whatever...

When I was studying at the university I was listening to "Wasting Time".
Often.
Very often.
Because the song-title is a perfect description of how being a student felt like sometimes...no, not sometimes...
Often!
Very often!
I didn't drink too much, I didn't smoke but I needed his music and some crazy lyrics regularly to free my mind from a lot of intellectual waste and to find my way back to normal life.

But I still know every damn part of my brain.
And its function.
So, when for example someone is about to smash my head with a baseball bat I know exactly which bodily function would be out of order afterwards, depending on which area he hits.
If he for example hits me somewhere behind my ears I could have problems to recognize that my mother is my mother.
WHO  KNEW ?????????!!!!!!!!!!
I need this knowledge:
NOT often!
Very...NOT often!
But I still need Kid Rock's music.
His new album is great.

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For "Wasting Time" klick HERE.
Headphones + LOUD!
I still know the lyrics by heart.
After my successfull university performance I covered that song even more successfully on stage.
I was dressed up like ... yeah ... I still have the sunnies, the hat, the tank top and the pants.
I wore the pants yesterday while writing that post.
The pants still fit my butt and the music still blows my mind.
I'm a lucky girl.

Dienstag, 2. November 2010

I'm federal agent Jack Bauer, and today is the longest day of my life.

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I'd like to make a confession...
I'm a crazy 24-addict.
I use to watch all 24 episodes of a season at a stretch.

In season 5 I tried to simulate being Jack Bauer.
I didn't kill or torture anyone.
But I didn't sleep and didn't eat.
And I did some hard workout.
20 pushups, 10 chins and 20 sit-ups per episode.
I only failed in episodes 21, 22 and 24.                   DAMN IT!

It was an experience I'll never forget.
I'm very buff now.
Watch out, men!
You need to be damn strong to cope with Joe!
Thank you, Jack.

 



Dienstag, 26. Oktober 2010

14 years old Joe meets huge fiberboard.

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The fiberboard was a piece from my parents' old wardrobe.
My mom reminded me that I completely destroyed the carpeting in my room doing this.
I have no idea why I called it "CHINESE  WOMAN  WITH  A  HAT".
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It's written on the back.

I was a very strange child.
Sometimes I feel a bit sorry for my parents *lol*.

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Die Hartfaserplatte war ein Stück des alten Kleiderschranks meiner Eltern.
Meine Mutter hat mir in Erinnerung gerufen, dass ich bei der Arbeit daran die Auslegeware in meinem Zimmer komplett zerstört habe.
Ich habe keine Ahnung, warum ich es "CHINESIN  MIT  HUT" genannt habe.
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Es steht auf der Rückseite.

Ich war ein sehr seltsames Kind.
Manchmal tun mir meine Eltern ein wenig leid *lol*.

Freitag, 15. Oktober 2010

Dienstag, 5. Oktober 2010

Dienstag, 28. September 2010

Just stay long enough to hear me sing your song...



I reorganized my room.
Maybe I'll post some pictures of Joe wearing glasses someday, but until then, I'll try to avoid more eye damage by drawing in daylight.
:-)
It's a tremendous neighbours-fluctuation here.
Maybe I play this sometimes a bit too loud.
:-))
I love them both.
But, sorry Mick, I definitely prefer her version.
Maybe you'll forgive me sometime.
:-)))

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Ich habe mein Zimmer umgestellt.
Vielleicht poste ich irgendwann ein paar Bilder von Joe mit Brille, aber bis dahin versuche ich noch größere Augenschäden zu vermeiden, indem Ich bei Tageslicht zeichne.
:-)
Hier herrscht eine enorme Nachbarn-Fluktuation.
Vielleicht spiele ich das manchmal etwas zu laut.
:-))
Ich liebe sie beide.
Aber, sorry Mick, ich bevorzuge definitiv ihre Version.
Vielleicht vergibst du mir irgendwann.
:-)))

Dienstag, 21. September 2010

Bill Withers' rainbow.

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If I could, I would use every single color from my watercolor box to paint him.
Because his music is like the longest and most wonderful rainbow for me.




















When I was five or six years old I've heard this song on the radio...I can still remember this moment...
Lifetime love...
Listen, then you'll understand...

Freitag, 17. September 2010

Joan's and Joe's midnight.

Go there, please. 
Instead of me. 
Make photos, videos, enjoy the music...I would do anything...but I'm on the wrong continent. 
A real tragedy...
I was listening to "Day After Tomorrow" the whole night while drawing. 
And I do now. I know all lyrics by heart.
Wonderful album. Wonderful voice.
I can't tell what's my favourite song. Maybe "The Lower Road"...




Mittwoch, 15. September 2010

Janis Joplin. Unfinished.

There were times when I wanted to look like her.

Portia Arthur...Stagenames instead of my real surname. She was born in Port Arthur.

First time I heard her singing I was about 5 and I hated her voice. My mom is the biggest fan. I preferred Joan Baez and at the age of 8 I could sing "Blowin' In The Wind" very similarly to her.

When I was 14 I started to love Janis. I had my voice break (yes, girls have it too, but you can only notice it when you're a passionate singer) and my voice wasn't that clear and silver any more.

In one of the biografies it's written that Janis hated Joan because of her clear voice, that she herself never had.
I can understand this. After my voice break I couldn't stand listening to Baez-songs.

When I was very much younger my mom said about me: "You're somehow like Janis. Born a singing baby, always self-critical, often sad, sometimes too wild, too emotional, too erratic..."

Janis had skin problems. Me too. When I was younger my self-image was: I'm ugly and I'll always be! But I wasn't. Like Janis wasn't. We simply didn't cover our faces with concealers and makeup like all the others.

I'm still very emotional and self-critical but I'm not wild any more. I live a calm and grounded life and I know now that I'm not ugly. It's a pity that we'll never know if Janis would have changed that way with age. She died unfinished.

Because of her sad and early death I never tried drugs, I was never dead drunk and I try to live as healthy as possible.

And my voice developed tremendously. It can sound clear or dirty, whatever is needed...

I don't know if I want to color her. She looks so pretty with the unpainted face.
She died unfinished. I'm sure.

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Es gab Zeiten, da wollte ich aussehen wie sie.

Portia Arthur...Künstlernamen statt meines richtigen Nachnamens. Sie wurde in Port Arthur geboren.

Mit 5 hörte ich sie das erste Mal singen und ich hasste ihre Stimme. Meine Mom ist der größte Fan. Ich habe Joan Baez vorgezogen und mit 8 konnte ich "Blowin' In The Wind" ähnlich gut wie sie singen.

Als ich 14 war begann ich Janis zu lieben. Ich kam in den Stimmbruch (ja, Mädchen haben das auch aber man merkt es nur dann, wenn man eine passionierte Sängerin ist) und meine Stimme war nicht mehr so klar und hell wie vorher.

In einer der Biografien steht geschrieben, dass Janis Joan wegen ihrer klaren Stimme, die sie selbst niemals hatte, gehasst hat. Ich kann das verstehen. Nach meinem Stimmbruch konnte ich Baez-Songs nicht ausstehen.

Als ich sehr viel jünger war sagte meine Mom über mich: "Irgendwie bist du wie Janis. Als singendes Baby geboren, immer selbstkritisch, oft traurig, manchmal zu wild, zu emotional, zu sprunghaft..."

Janis hatte Hautprobleme. Ich auch. Als ich jünger war war mein Selbstbild: Ich bin häßlich und werde es auch immer sein! Aber ich war es nicht. Wie es Janis auch nicht war. Wir haben nur beide niemals mit Concealern oder Makeup unsere Gesichter angemalt wie alle anderen.

Ich bin immer noch sehr emotional und selbstkritisch aber ich bin nicht mehr wild, Ich lebe ein ruhiges, bodenständiges Leben und weiß nun, dass ich nicht häßlich bin. Es ist schade, dass wir niemals wissen werden ob sich Janis in diese Richtung verändert hätte. Sie starb unvollendet.

Wegen ihres traurigen und frühen Todes habe ich niemals Drogen versucht, Ich war niemals total betrunken uns ich versuche so gesund wie möglich zu leben.

Und meine Stimme hat sich enorm entwickelt. Sie kann rein oder dreckig klingen, was auch immer gebraucht wird...

Ich weiß nicht, ob ich sie anmalen möchte. Sie sieht so schön aus mit ihrem nicht angemalten Gesicht.
Sie starb unvollendet. Ich bin mir sicher.