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Frustration Hoppen

Since last week was terrible work technically easy, I tried on Saturday in frustration Hoppen.
Well, I have boosted the economy definitely, but somehow ...

let's hope that this week will be better, or I definitely need new bookshelves.

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SWIMMING

morning swim before breakfast too I love. Otherwise I like sports. Up and running I can not force permanently. Ball sports are totally unsuitable for my underdeveloped coordination. But I'm glad my body. (Re such a false statement, for I am my body See:.. here ) My joints, tendons, muscles I wish mobile, stable and strong to get. Therefore, I'm doing yoga every day. But yoga is not a sport, even if the form-fitting version, which I prefer unfolded quite muscle-building effect. The Hanuman Yoga series for example, I have today carried out tomorrow, trained by seven minutes, quickly accomplished, "Sun Salutations" the cardiovascular system, strengthens almost all muscle groups of the body and then relax with stretching exercises.

The only sport, however, which gives me pleasure , is swimming. If I had a chance to swim in the immediate home environment, I used it daily. If a lie-abed passionate as I voluntarily get up at dawn in order to get tangled up physically, then that is a clear signal. Vacation days at the lake I start swimming. I love those very early hours when no one else is there. Before yoga I was this morning for half an hour swimming in the "wellness" of the hotel. Each pool, however, I draw from the lake. This right here, for example, of the bridge from I slide in the summer of 2009 every morning into the still water left.

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OF THE HALO LED

Such a successful exhibition as "vis-à vis. From the halo to the LED" refers in the Paula Modersohn-Becker Museum in Bremen (in conjunction with the Roselius-Haus) a rare occurrence. The young museum director Frank Laukötter - since November last year in office - is that with this exhibition the courageous tradition of the house away. It is justly proud, was the world's first museum to be that of a dedicated artist.

for the exhibition (until April 3), the separation between Roselius House and Modersohn-Becker Museum repealed. In the 20 years, invited the Coffee Hag-inventor Roselius, who established the museum, the artist Bernhard Hoetger to work for him and to create new contexts for his collection of old works. For the current exhibition are artists have been invited to their own work in relation to the exhibits of both houses put up. The "Man of Sorrows" Lucas Cranach and a Pietà Tilmann Riemenschneider meet Klaus Effern "Jessy" (2009) and the self-portrait Modersohn-Becker, which imagines itself as a act pregnant, meets a variety of representations of the mother and the child. A lush, baroque leather wallpaper is covered over with wallpaper collages by Patricia Lambert from the 70s of last century. Melissa Boeger presents a stiff gold robe made of metal ornaments that appears in photographs as a garment of the artist by posing in front of art works from the Roselius-Haus. The body as being direct form of life is here against the symbolic body of the icons, as against the body of the consumable Pops.

The responsible by the curatorial team of Frank Laukötter, Verena Borgmann and Simone Ewald show rolls up its two museums in the cooper road to complete and provides a very worthwhile new view of the "old" works of collection as to Modersohn-Becker's modern interpretations of centuries-old themes.

(Do not go on Go! Save yourself a trip to Worpswede when the time is short. It falls very determined Nippes over. Go directly to the Cooper Street 6-10.)

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PAULA Modersohn-Becker: WHAT IS DONE?

... AND WHEN MAN IS DONE? Hopefully never !..."

(from a letter to the family of May 27, 1900 )

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"For I am anything else. How big or how small, I can not even say, but it is somewhat self-contained. This incessant showers for the goal, that's the best thing in life. Which is otherwise the same. That roar, I for myself, always, constantly, sometimes just resting, nachzubrausen to return to the objectives, to consider, I pray thee, if I sometimes appear liebearm. There is a focus of my strength to the One. "

(from a letter to the mother January 1906)

A morning in Worpswede. kitsch and art. Above all, the blur of Complacency. In between little apt. Coffee and cake. Odds and ends and art postcards. The culture seekers on futile treasure hunt. As deep as No spade. The hump of the farmers writhed all over the furrow free art. Blood on the sheets in childbirth nasty stank to high heaven. With festering, purulent wounds zerhäkselten body lying on the stretcher since 1914. (. We purposely overlooked) Since breaking a ray of sunshine from the past track: Children age happiness and wisdom. Garden chairs by pseudo-columns. Sadness and anger. The global village as a museum. Clips without miracles. Sarah Kirsch writes better poetry than to pat watercolors. Sorry. I'm in high spirits and completely ungracious. Chocolate Marzipan hits the big shots of humor. Rarely so smiled. I'm ready. Not at all.