Time is fleeting and precious
Time is fleeting and precious. Nothing reminds me so vividly of the brevity and high value of time as the end of a year.
Never does this reflection on the fleeting nature of time make such a deep impression on my heart as when I look back on the year that is almost over, which was also an important one for us and for me. How much time has slipped away unused, I ask myself. For only rarely, and then only with the greatest effort, can something of what has been missed be made up for.
Time is a precious commodity for me, one that I appreciate more and more the older I get and the more of my lifetime has passed. Fortunately, only the Almighty knows how much time I have left. I am so grateful for the time I have already had and that I was able to spend doing what fills me with happiness and a warm feeling even now, when I think about it... creating my works.
My talent for being able to realise what springs from my thoughts is a great gift that I have received only from God and for which I am deeply grateful. This is also a major driving force behind my intense engagement with nature and the divine creation it contains. It is the most precious thing we have here on earth, for it forms our habitat and ensures that we can exist at all, every single day.
Through my art, I want to bring you closer to the uniqueness of creation contained in every tree and every plant. This is what I live and breathe for. It is also a testament to my gratitude. I place my works at its service. Through my work, I want to convey to you the numinous, an intense, irrational feeling of the divine that triggers awe, wonder and fascination in me when I am out in nature.
Finally, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to my great love, Kirsten, for the past year. She is the comforter of my soul when the ghosts of the past haunt my mind, my most important advisor, my best friend, my soulmate and the greatest love of my life. I often despair of myself, feel inadequate, am consumed by insecurities... Kirsten is always there for me. She also holds up a mirror to me, pointing out things that are wrong and forcing me to take a hard look at myself.
All of this naturally flows into my personality and my work, which also bears her signature.
I would also like to thank Brother Jakobus Geiger, OSB, Benedictine monk at Münsterschwarzach Abbey, for his support and the long conversations we had.
The work shown above was created yesterday and is the last one of this year. I discovered the small branch (fruit of a bladdernut tree) next to a tree while walking along the roadside.