Journal

Die polyglotte Katze

Die Katze sitzt vorm Mauseloch,
in das die Maus vor kurzem kroch,
und denkt: “Da wart nicht lang ich,
die Maus, die fang ich!”

Die Maus jedoch spricht in dem Bau:
„Ich bin zwar klein, doch bin ich schlau!
Ich rühr mich nicht von hinnen,
ich bleibe drinnen!"

Da plötzlich hört sie – statt “miau” -
ein laut vernehmliches “wau-wau”
und lacht: „Die arme Katze,
der Hund, der hatse!

Jetzt muss sie aber schleunigst flitzen,
anstatt vor meinem Loch zu sitzen!"
Doch leider – nun, man ahnt’s bereits -
war das ein Irrtum ihrerseits.

Denn als die Maus vors Loch hintritt -
es war nur ein ganz kleiner Schritt -
wird sie durch Katzenpfotenkraft
hinweggerafft! – -

Danach wäscht sich die Katze die Pfote
und spricht mit der ihr eignen Note:
„Wie nützlich ist es dann und wann,
wenn man ’ne fremde Sprache kann…!"

- H. Erhardt

Painting a landscape in oil on a recycled framed board

Hello again. After taking a rather extended break I took out my paints again today. I had found an old watercolour painting glued onto a hardboard which was framed in a rather “weathered” frame. Unfortunately someone (not me) had tried to clean the painting with water and of course it had all turned into a brown mess. What I did was to scrape as much as I could of the old painting off, I cleaned everything, sandpapered it down, then I used some chalk paints (english yellow colour) for the frame.

I then sandpapered a little of the chalk paints off to give the frame a vintage feeling. And I put a layer of white&indigo&van dyck brown on the board itself.

This was my pre-work done. So this afternoon, I was able to paint the sky and to sketch in some rocks:

More to follow soon.

Redbubble auf Deutsch

Bitte bitte liebes Redbubble Team, druckt auch die Grusskarten in England, damit ich nicht mehr zum Zoll fahren muss, um mir die in Amerika gedruckten Karten abzuholen…. pretty please! :)

Mousehole


“Mousehole is a picturesque fishing village on the south coast of Cornwall between Penzance and Land’s End. It was sacked by the Spaniards in July 1595 when the entire village, apart from one house, was burnt to the ground. That house still stands today. A hundred years ago Mousehole was a bustling port, crowded with local fishing boats, landing pilchards. Each year, early in November, timber beams are laid across the narrow harbour entrance, to protect the village from the worst of the winter gales. Even so waves can still be seen breaking over the harbour wall at high tide.”


“If there’s a Mousehole there must be a mouse….”

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