Church bells ring several times a day in Berlin so it always makes me think it's Sunday when it is say, a Tuesday, or a Friday like now. However the difference is that on Sundays itself, the Chapel of Reconciliation commemorating the fall of the Wall, which is not far from here, rings its bells continuously for the whole morning. Remember, remember.
It's strange but beautiful that on the first day of Spring it began to snow again. Not many signs of Spring this morning, with some red tuilips pushing up through the overall whiteness. This return to wintriness called for a different brekfast to suit the mood. I had a piece of gluten-free bread which I toasted in the frying pan, put lots of butter, walnuts and dates on top, and then ate it with such greedy pleasure along with a banana and coffee. Now that is what I call a chic früchstück. After that elegant beginning I set to work to try and sort out the colours problem. Mixing all kinds of combinations, I made a chart, labelling quantity ratios and hues. Taking to my laptop after that I made variations of the painting in case the exact colours I needed would not come right. These variations I had printed out at the Copy shop so that I could be more distanced. Of course the printed colours are as far away from my computer colours as the actual paint materials are from anything. Sometimes these aides are nothing but more complications. I am determined to work with the actual pigments now. After the day darkened, I read and finished "The Magic Mountain" by Thomas Mann. This great book has engrossed me for more than a month. What a complete education, with such a broad encompassing of every aspect of philosophical, religious, political, physical and moral life. Monumental is an apt description.Next I am about to begin, "The Diaries of Rainer Maria Rilke", the German poet.
