I am the woman, who hopelessnessly fell in love with The Sea. How does one paint a portrait of one's secret love? The Sea has 1001 faces. As I start seeing the details that fascinate me in a given mood of the Sea, they are gone in the next moment. The Sea simply IS. Even after the most furious storm, it calms down. It is gentle and affectionate again. – Exactly like me! – I am the Sea. Everything also depends on my own mood. 

SEA & ME

STORY of my First Teachers

Summer had passed. It was time to say goodbye to the Sea. The only moment I wasn’t truly sad was when I felt even a little happy, because the Sun gifted me an unforgettable picture as a farewell, a memory I still hold close to my heart.  

As the Sun prepared to leave, the Sea became a giant mirror, reflecting the sky’s magnificent self-admiration. 

The wind held its breath. When the Sun, in a rush of colors, began to paint on the Sea’s vast canvas, all of nature fell silent. Even the gulls stopped their cries. I  too, watched with bated breath, as beautifully and skillfully it was painted.

I was so happy. Yet, I didn’t quite understand then why tears trickled down my cheeks. I didn’t know yet that love and beauty can also bring pain.

I couldn’t believe my eyes, when I realized it was I, who in 1949  painted alongside the maestro Sun, even though the canvas was a mirror-blue Sea, and I painted only with love-filled eyes... That moment stayed in my soul forever.

Later, in 1969, when I finally received my gouache paints, I painted my memory of a sunset onto the canvas. It was as if the colors of that evening, the warm glow of the dying Sun, had come alive with my brush, forever capturing the fleeting magic of that moment of wonder.

Here was my very first learning experience in life - HOW to paint.

SEA & WE

Hi! People with a soul of the sea! I am looking forward to inspiring you!

Together with You, I am seized by an eternal desire to create something new, like an artist’s heart longing to discover and experience fresh colors, textures, and forms. In trusting and believing in each other’s vision, we influence one another in ways that are truly profound. Having spent much time on the Open Sea, I’ve seen how human nature reflects the ever-changing moods of the ocean’s grand canvas.

I am so pleased that, riding the waves of the internet like a surfer on an ocean swell, you’ve paused here in my artistic sanctuary—where every glance, every word, and every moment is like a splash of color adding meaning to life. 

A picture is like a flirting woman: See me, only me!!

This is how much she enjoys Your attention .— Thank You!

A lot of pictures are waiting for you on the other home pages.

SEA & ME & ART

Dear Viewer, you will find in my work both pop art and sculptures glowing in light, as well as a series of colorful engravings, but while making them, I have always had an irresistible desire to start painting the Sea. But how can I paint a portrait of my secret love when The Sea is in perpetual motion and what I perceive when I am with her and watch her is something incomprehensibly enchanting. Static yet exotic dance and freedom, which in the next moment has disappeared without a trace. Until next time. I never tire of following my different creative paths and have not tied myself to any specific creative style. I am faithful to my Sea.

If you look at the next huge collages in the order they are placed in my home pages, then you can see them, and “read” them, like a novel, which the pictures all together tell. In the subsequent big collage my small Pop-Art gouache paintings transform the same big as my oil paintings! Through those images I tell the story of the Seas. They are like Souls of the Sea, just like ghosts in the exhibition room that appear above my seas for a moment and disappear the next.

digicollage: SOUL OF THE SEA

With my gouach paintings I tell the story of the Sea. The next digicollage combined in 2019 from my original paintings: (1967–2018) and could be designed as large as the exhibition space allows.

…like Silence before a storm

…a new Storm is coming

… and we get Quiet again

TOUCHED BY THE ART

At about age 9 I found an ancient, dusty, and completely broken book in the attic - its pages torn and printed in black and white. I remembered when being a curious little girl myself, (like the one painted by Camille Corot around the 1860s), I dreamed that if I could ever sail a boat to the horizon - what might be there! I longed to look down from that very edge of the world. 

And I made a decision - I told other children too - that when I grow up, I will go and see… I’ll do it on foot, if I have to.

Finally, the dream of that little girl came true — to reach the horizon and gaze beyond it.

The only difference is that this miracle was seen by my child as she saw her mother (meaning ME :)) walking on the Sea.

I heard her boast to other children: “My Mom walked on the Sea until the horizon, I saw it myself!” 
That memory stayed vivid for our daughter Eva-Maria. 

I remember how, among children, it quickly turned into a proud competition to outdo each other:

My Mom can do everything, even the things she can not.

But OUR Dad is skilled at being Lazy!

You see - I am like the Sea - once remembering memories and stories from my childhood, then storming new ideas and ways to upcycle my own works, then doing nothing … clearing the way for the new.