I'm living on the dock of the bay: obviousely somebody arrives
The Rasta skipper starts to download
The slightly straighter skipper makes drop a red tear
Balthasar Brennenstuhl
My latest creations, exhibitions and events.
Family Council
The family!
Instructions for use:
Misses Squirrel explains to her husband, that she takes care of her eggs. Intelligent,
Mister Squirrel, not interested at all, grumbles.
That’s when Aunty Turtle recommends:
get along, you two!
If you are tired of family problems, take your sledge and slide down to the valley. For some shopping!
What a panorama!
The latest contractions on the peninsula
A stunning fact: my migrants’ fleet has been joined by a boat of a Swiss NGO, meanwhile we save the grounded boats to make them bloom. Gallery "the wars"
Still boats! If on our peninsula you’re not busy with boats, you don’t exist. If you want to go from here to Corsica you would get on some ship, if you are at your first steps in musical notation you would prefer a harp. My offer: pay one and you shall have both! Gallery "the harp boats"
Let’s proceed with some more relevant argument: some centuries ago the convicts built the villas and castles in Tamaris. Frédéric Chopin and George Sand greeted. In 54 of the last century the state paid for your bandage. After some dead’s. Ok. Gallary "my comics"
Talking about castles: our talented cartographers have listed two new castles. One on the mandarin sea, the other one with an overflying albatros. Gallery "the bagatelles"
And the castles are per definition haunted. Therefore, during the night limbs of speeches invade me, pronounced as it is common nowadays: all together. A nice cloud! Gallery "the door crownings"
Fortunately the snow is not merely verbal. Fall down lots of triangles. Find for them some organization! Gallery "little bang"
The delivery room and the environmental offence
Over the past few months some new-borns have seen the light of my studio. Of all colours, migrants or migrated, inert or enterprising ones, wounded or happy ones, even new-born aristocrats. Nearly everything.
In the delivery room we have worked! I call it the delivery room, but I'm not a gynaecologist nor a nurse, but simply craftsman of mall brushes, welders, toxic resins and beeswax. The becoming mums are not young women who get close to the happy end of their pregnancy, but virgin canvasses, old, recovered iron pieces and passed on manometers.
And it is at this point that occurred the environmental offence: a few weeks ago there was an autumnally violent storm. Three boats sank in the little port of Saint Mandrier. Someone has pulled them out of the water. Someone else cut them to pieces to dispose of them. But in what way? In 100 metres of my studio, near the waste bins, I found half a mountain of pieces of fiberglass highlighting a proud bite of water and time. Ideal future mums!
I carried a few pieces in the delivery room. But on the painting-wall there was already a Swiss-shaped precise rectangle containing hundreds of triangles and hexagons, not thrown there as a patchwork, but patiently and mathematically ordered. I had to finish it in order to hang at its place a piece of boat.
Some of us are attentive to not pollute unnecessarily. Instead of throwing it away, a neighbour brought me an old, rusty silencer of a scooter, another friend four carved legs of an old table of the grand-mother. There were about to be born new guard- worms.
We do not work only in the delivery room. We also have a deadline of cultural events. Music, theatre, weddings, inaugurations to get together with friends! No auctions, for now!
We are preparing the next event: songs of Kurt Weill interpreted by the captivating voice of Laetizia Planté and intriguing and evocative pianism of Eric Moriano, scheduled to beginning of March 2018 with aperitif, opening of an art-show and conviviality. In the next articles you will have accurate and detailed information.