Das Mittwochslied

 

 

"Chemo cicinatelo" - ein georgisches Volkslied 

(Mein Glühwürmchen)

 

Im Video werden Bilder des Malers Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis gezeigt

Starry starry night

Bild von rawpixel auf Pixabay

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Lieber Marc Aurel, Zebedäus und Ihr alle

... hier sind Brumm und Leokadia

Wir haben uns lange nicht gemeldet.

Wir waren in diverse Bücher vertieft.

Die Frau war schlimm krank und ist es immer noch

und nächste Woche musz sie zu einem Arzt

in eine andre Stadt deswegen.

Der ihr dann hoffentlich mal helfen kann.

Denn wahrscheinlich hat sie sich diese Keime schon damals

- vor vier Jahren - im Krankenhaus geholt

und sie hat ja ganz viel getan seither,

damit es besser wird.

Aber alles hat nicht wirklich geholfen und nun sind sie ausgebrochen.

Sie bekam ein Antibiotikum, aber wirklich viel besser

ist es trotzdem nicht...

Da sie nun krank war und sowieso nichts anfangen konnte,

war sie so nett, uns den Tisch frei zu machen.

Nun konnten wir letzten Sonntag mit dem Puzzlespiel beginnen.

Ein schönes Bild hat sie ja ausgesucht

von den Künstlerin Patricia Ariel.

Aber ich sag Euch: das war vielleicht schwierig!

Schon alleine den Rand hinzubekommen...

Wir haben ewig gemurkst.

Irgendwann am Donnerstag sah es so aus

und ich wollte aufgeben.

Aber Leokadia meinte:

Katzen geben niemals auf!

Und am gestern früh waren wir so endlich weit:

Aber selbst bei den letzten 20 Stückchen konnten wir nur

auf gut Glück probieren und fast nie

war irgendwas Erkennbares drin.

Das blieb spannend bis zur letzten Minute!

Und jetzt sind wir fertig!

Schönes Bild!

Das schauen wir uns jetzt noch bis morgen an,

dann reiszen wir es ein und schicken es

zu Marc Aurel und seiner Menschenfrau.

Können die beiden auch noch Spasz haben daran

und wir geben den Tisch wieder frei.

Kann ja sein, die Frau braucht ihn mal wieder selber.

Sie war nämlich gestern zu einem Mal-Workshop

mit einem syrischen Künstler.

Weil sie zuhause ja nie zum Malen kommt -.

Das Thema war Heimat und sie meint,

Heimal ist ein Haus, eine Katze und ein Engel.

Das, was der Engel da im Arm hat,

soll eine Katze sein.

Naja, nicht so gut hinbekommen!

Aber sie kann auch nicht so gut

auf kleinen Formaten malen.

Für grosze Bilder war dort aber kein Platz auf den Tischen.

Vielleicht malt sie ja doch mal wieder zuhaus etwas?

Oder in 2 Wochen wieder dort...

Jedenfalls hatte sie viel Freude daran.

Wir haben noch ein kleines Osterpäckchen gemacht

für Marc Aurel, denn unser Mensch

fährt ja nächste Woche wieder zu Besuch.

Bitte aber erst Ostern öffnen!

Nur das Puzzle könnt Ihr gleich beginnen -

Viele liebe Grüsze und einen schönen Sonntag

Brumm und Leokadia.

(das letzte Bild dient nur der farblichen Überleitung zum vorherigen Post)

Früher konnten wir fliegen...

... als die Katzen noch grün waren.

Diesen Satz fand ich gestern in einem Kinderbuch

und ich fand ihn so lustig, dasz ich mein Blatt gleich bekritzelt habe,

statt es, wie sonst immer, ganz und gar zu bekleben.

Ein paar weitere Blätter mit Tieren machte ich auch noch.

Made for Art Journal Journey
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Angel of the animals

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(If you miss my collgage-stories, they are here) 

The arrival

While my underground colors are drying, lets have a tea on my working desk.

Lets take a little break and tell a story.

Somewhere behind a dark river, there is a place for cat souls.

When a cat has used up her nine lives, her soul goes on the journey there.

Some cats are well protected and become very old. Loved and caressed by their people,

but never defended against accidents.

Cats often happen a lot -

And there are also those who live homeless, in fee and they consume

 their nine lives very quickly.

After 2 or 3 years, they go over.

There are diseases, hunger, pain, bad people, cars and machines, wild animals - 

their world is full of dangers.

After a long suffering or suddenly they leave their wounded bodies

 and go to the other place.

At first it gets very cold and dark, then the black water is there and a boat.

Everything feels light suddenly, the pain is extinguished and only the memory 

of a caressing hand perhaps, some sad loving words. 

Human's tears maybe...

There are other cats in the boat and they glide silently over the water in the darkness.

It's cold and they freeze at first.

But then it gets brighter and there is an island.

An angel has lit a fire and they jump over the edge of the boat 

to sit by the fireplace. 

Meeting other, unknowed or well knowed cats.

They tell each other about the human who were so painful to leave

or about their ecperiences in an  enemy world.

All memories flow together to a chronicle of the cats.

They forget of it all, but nothing is lost.

Now they are here and waiting for new bodies and next nine lives.

Often they don't wait for a long time and their journey leeds back to our world.

The memory of the dark river will fade.

Until next time.

Made this picture 25th of january, inspired by Try it on Tuesday's promt "Fire and ice"

The story came into my mind while painting.

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and Tom may excuse me, that my Photos Tunes today are painting tunes.

I haven't any photos, fitting better to this old song.

An adventure in colors...

... or: fire and ice

Outside of my window is ice and snow.
Insinde of my room is cozy warmth.

And this is a completely unplanned picture.

I had no idea what I wanted to paint.

Took colors and started an adventure.

Maybe I should do that more often?

Made for Try it on Tuesday, Art Journal Journey 
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(If you miss my photo-collage-stories, they are here)

T stands for tuesday - or treasures -

It's wintertime and it's tuesday.

Let's have a green tea with honey in my working room.

Let's take a little break from alldays life.

A break, a free from all "to-doe's"  day is always a big treasure for me.

Lucky, when I have one in the month.

Last friday was such a free day and finally I could paint again.

The angels, which I painted in december, are no more with me.

They found a new home with my parents in law.

May they accompany my father in law on his last and difficult life part.

That's a good job for angels...

I bought in sale some canvas-cards and stretcher with canvas.

I've not painted on canvas before, always took paper or wood.

It's another feeling on canvas and it somehow demands different painting technique.

Not so good with acrylic and my most beloved pastels in one picture.

As I often did...

Well, I must learn it, the first try is truly not a masterpiece.

Maybe, an illustration for a story (?)

The story behind this picture is, that my sweetheart sometimes sees a three-legged cat.

Fourth leg seems injured and she looks very ill and hungry.

I go through this street two or three times a day, but I've never seen her.

She has to be homeless and she knows how to hide.

Not all people are friendly.

Some kick or shoot for her and she must be very suspicious.

It makes me always sad, when cats are injured and hungry

 and have no home in cold times.

Would take her to me home, but I cannot help.

She must come by herself. 

My own cat was such a homeless cat too, with a broken leg...

I put her a small wooden hut with warm blanket in the yard in one winter, long time ago.

I fed her every day, but it took a few months for her to find trust and come in home.

Today she's a very tender and good cat, she cares for me, when I'm sick...

But she has remained suspicious of all people, except me.

She hates visitors...

 I think, all cats are good cats, all can be treasures for us humans 
 if we give them a chance.

Now I go every night to the street and put food in a box (against rain and snow).

It has disappeared in the morning.

Hope, she found it or another cat (and not the racoons).

That's all, what I can do.

I hope, she will show up and come to me.

Or at least she has an angel, who's caring for her.

So many cats are outside, so many jobs for a lot of angels!

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Teatime with an angel

Last thursday I had a teatime with the angel of flowers.

He came to me and asked to give him a figure. I did.

At first all the flowers are his thoughts.

He thinks flowers and then they grow.

Just it's to cold for him and he asked for a home to hibernate.

Here he is together with the angel of blue hour,

the angel of silence and resting.

He came on wednesday last week.

We had wonderful quite time together.

And last saturday she came with her whistle.

She plays a song for the earth.

Every single sound becomes a bird.

When I'm looking up to the sky, I often see the big flocks of birds, high over me.

Than I know, she's playing again.

Written for Monday WRites, T stands for Tuesday , Floral Bliss
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The joy of paint

Posted for the weekly prompt of Our Beautiful World