In the next few days I will take you back to the beginning of this year. Have fun with our flatshare diary from the last three and a half months.
This year I attend another year long class with Carla Sonheim. This years class is called 365 phew!. Every morning we get a creative inspiration to keep our art brain busy around the day. Perfect to keep us in our flatshare creative!
For the first story I take you back as far as to the third day of this year.
Cindy and I just came back from a short trip to the North Sea to find you all being busy with pink clouds and polar bears.
We had spent about a handful of greyish days at the amazing beach of St. Peter Ording in Northern Germany ( just for the locals around us, who might know where it is). It was as stormy, rainy, greyish, cold, dark and unpleasant as it can get around this time of the year. We experienced some of the days when you even cannot make out different shapes of clouds. You might know what I am talking of, if you are not one of the poor things suffering of the heat wave in Australia right now.
I have to admit that I got a bit depressed by the scene outside our apartment window. So sitting warm and cozy on the sofa was my first and only choice.
Cindy is a bit differrent from me as some of you might know by now. She was kind of immune to that kind of weather and was still in very good spirits ( after recovering from her bad cold) and started off to town for a stroll through the boutiques and fancy stores, St. Peter Ording had on offer.
You might call it a funny coincidence, but seeing Carlas video #1 today, I just couldn’t believe what I saw. Is Carla following Cindys life? Or why does Cindy so very often come up with ideas, which match Carlas prompts perfectly?
But let’s take one thing at a time. The day just had turned from dark grey into dark black, when the door bell rang. Why didn’t Cindy just use her key? I shuffeld to the door and opened it.
And there she was! Standing out there in the dark dark rain beaming. “Look, Petra, what I got from the shop in town. Isn’t it lovely, I couldn’t resist that fantastic offer. Take three get one free!!!!” She tried to manoeuver her leashed clouds into the hallway. “Cindy, you can’t be serious. The clouds stay outside”, I tried to take a firm line with her. But she had made her mind up already. The floor in the landing was soaking wet in a second.”I will keep them in the bathroom, Petra. Don’t worry.” She sliped into the bathroom and pegged them onto the towel radiator. “We have to keep the windows wide open and the heating down, Petra. The shop assistent had pointed out, that the clouds like it cool and fresh.” Cindy tore the window open and a torrent of cold wet rain poured into the bathroom.
She jumped back into the hallway and shut the bathroom door with a loud bang.
Well, I could bore you with more details of that evening, but you will have scrolled to the next post by now anyway.
Just a last picture for you:
Have you ever brushed your teeth standing under your umbrella in your own bathroom, while three pink clouds float right under the ceiling, the roaring wind pushing them around?
And thanks Carla for Eric Booths words. So good to know that I am not lunatic but only creative. ( I was wondering about it not only once last year, while writing down my adventures with Cindy).