Räucherritual

...zum Abschluss des Jahres, als Ausklang mit Melodien summen und afrikanischen Rassel-Rhythmen. Rauch saugt auf, wandelt, lässt frei, verändert. Weihrauch erinnert an Kirche, christliche Ideale, Kindhei und Gemeinschaft. Weihrauch ist süß, hell und herb und sein Rauch desinfiziert, löst los und macht er alles fliessen. Zur freien Gestaltung neu. Mein christliches Gefäss wird beschützt von einer männlichen und einer weiblichen Gottheit ( sie ist grösser und eleganter *gg*) aus Ghana. Hmmm, auf zum tun, wie My fair Lady auffordert!

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goodnight story

Standing in the Gallery in front of a picture by Gerhard Lojen. Informal style, endless white of purity with tiny red (passion), green (hope), and blue (calmness) lines horizontal in the middle. It is whatever you want it to be. Certainly strong and stable, living. Before the white wall there is a wide basin, made of dark iron on a pedestral. The water nearly flowing over its edges is perfectly calm, a neat surface showing a dark, endless shining deepness in the huge, flat basin. The picture is leaving its frame though the mirror of water, is escaping to a physic imagination and thus emancipating itself. Like the artists emacipated themselves from each other.
I take a tube and suck shortly before I watch the water running down from the opened basin to a dirty bucket. Then its empty and the mirror is gone. You cant do a guiding tour with kids when there is water they might want to play with, too dangerous, as ideas of modern art tend to be.

hopes and fears...