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Paul, Emil, Vincent and Francis

Servus Nicholas's was nice!

Bye St. Nick, it's been great !

My boys have been waiting since fall to their big show like the old debutante. They are not shy, they do not need a red carpet. Galant reserved and, as can be expected of gentlemen, they gave me the time and did not take himself too seriously.

My little guys have been waiting for their big premiere since Autumn like their big sisters. They are not shy, but they do not really need a red carpet either. Chivarous and reserved as one would have expected from gentlemen, they gave me their time and were not being pushy.

The fault was not really Paul, although he behaved pretty stubborn. Personally, I find, however, that the wait was worth to Paul. He is my favorite, not only in wool.

It really was not Paul's fault even, though he was being somewhat annoying. Personally, I think that the wait was worth it for Paul. He is my favorite and not only because of the wool.

order to unravel the mystery of my boys, everybody has a Expressionists as a father. A few months ago I saw a documentary about Paul Gauguin, he has always been one of my favorite painters. As he was human? No idea, probably difficult to but for that I could sink into his pictures. A pronounced Expressionist he is not, but a forerunner of this.

In order to disclose the secrets about my guys: Each one has an artist as his father. A few months ago, I saw a documentary about Paul Gauguin and since then he's become one of my favorite artists. How was he as a person? No idea, probably a difficult one, but in exchange I could just submerge myself in his paintings. He is not seeking to exceptional Expressionist but he's a companion to the movement.

This documentary reminded me and gave me the most obvious thoughts come even capture those colors. New is nothing in this idea, many people tried already in one or the other way. Frankly it is much easier to imitate even brilliant color combinations, half the work of thinking is already done. Forgive me that I gave the benefit once, and here they are!

The documentary took my thoughts to flight and reminded me to try and catch these colors myself. There is not anything new to such an idea, a lot of people have already tried it in one way or another. To be honest, it's actually a lot more ingenious trying to mimic the color combination. Half of the work had already been thinking done. So, please excuse me that I let myself fall into this indulgence.

Vincent

Vincent is probably the Most famous and everyone immediately thinks of his famous sunflower and the cut ear. Completely out off topic: I once grew a an earring and was agony again cut out, which I lost a year later to the bad on a ski slope near Garmisch. Seeking still the Osterfelder afterwards. Ears cut off, why!

Vincent is probably the most famous of all and everyone would immediately think back to his famous Sunflowers and the cut-off ear. Absolutely off the topic: Once, the skin on my ear had grown over an earing that I wore and the earing had to be cut out under investigation in near agony and then I ended up losing the earing a year later on the ski slope Garmisch. I still look for It on the Easter field. Cutting out ears, then why at all?

not unduly Vincent is so well known! In the Musée d'Orsay I saw in a small space so familiar to us his works. They hung wall to wall with Paul Gauguin's art and the brilliance of his pictures was incredible, I never saw such colors. Other hand, Paul looked pale (which struck me very much).

Anyhow, Vincent is famous for nothing. I saw some of his well-known works in the Musée d'Orsay. They were hanging side-by-side on the wall with works by Paul Gauguin and the brilliance of the colors of his paintings was incredible just. I never saw searchable colors again. In contrast, Paul's works just seemed so pale (in my humble opinion).

When I think of Vincent's pictures, I do not see yellow flowers in vases or the pretty garden iris (no red beard). At the most memorable for me was the midnight blue Petrol and warm ocher on his night cafe.

When I think of Vincent's paintings, I do not see yellow flowers in vases or the pretty garden iris (and I do not see the red beard either). What struck me the most was the night-blue petrol and the warm yellow orchre in his Night Café.

If you ever come to Paris, visited the Musée d'Orsay. The original building was an old railway station and the architectural Stimuli of this building during the renovation were perfectly implemented.

If you ever come to Paris, go visit the Musée d'Orsay. The original building was an old train station and the architectural charms of the building has been perfectly kept after the renovation.

Perhaps it is enough so even a tiny trip to Giverny? You already know Monet's garden, the bridge at the lily pond, the little pink house with dark green shutters, the quietschgelbe dining room with Japanese prints and the charming service. A little tip, next to the Musée d'Orsay is not (yet? Is 10 years past) a small shop that offers this service. Why did not I did not buy it! In Monet's kitchen, or rather of his wife, flashed copper kettle and I could not imagine how close the annual banana for Christmas was stirred in it. There exists a book with the recipes, some of which I tried, for our contemporary taste but they are too generous.

Perhaps there might be enough time for a tiniest of the tiniest excursion to Giverny? You know, Monet's garden, the bridge over the lotus pond, the small pale pink house with the dark green vitrines, the yellow dining room with the Japanese and the fascinating diagrams of China. A small tip, directly beside where Musée d'Orsay stands (still? It's been about 10 years already), there's a small shop that sells these Chinas. Why didn't I buy it?! Copper kettle shone in Monet's kitchen, or rather his wife's, and I could really imagine how banana ice-creme would be mixed in there every Christmas. There is also a book with all the recipes. I have tried some of them, but they are far too rich for our tastes nowadays.

Franz

Mit Franz ist Fanz M arc gemeint. Bei diesem Maler orientierte ich mich an keinem speziellen Bild, eher am G esamteindruck. Als Mitglied der Künstlergruppe "Blauer Reiter" is a myth for me at this time and these people. In my "storm and stress years," I loved the Lenbach house in Munich and Gabriele Münter home in Murnau. Pure decadence and revolutionary thinking that I liked! Probably at that time the horses went with me through my imagination as I imagined opium wild parties on plump sofas Art Nouveau. Egon Schiele? To me at that time was too crass.

When I'm talking about Francis, then I'm talking about Franz Marc here. I was not orientating on a special painting with this artist, but rather with a whole concept. Franz, as a member of the group of artist "Blauer Reiter" creates such a myth for me about the people and the time period. Lenbach I loved the house here in Munich during my "Sturm und Drang" years, or even Gabriele Munter's House in Murnau. Pure decadence and revolutionary thinking! I like that! Perhaps my fantasy took flight when I imagined about wild parties on crude opium Art Nouveau settee. Egon Schiele? He was too much for me back then.

With these socks, I tried the "Fire Starter" by Yarnissima. It was the attempt and was quite another matter. Despite the perfectly prepared and easy to follow instructions I needed all my concentration to understand for me at this new knitting. The design of the tip and this unconventional solution heels fit like a glove and I will keep practicing. Why not Fire Starter Fire Starter been? I do not knit braids! Never! Too bad eh, braids because I really liked, especially these ingenious little fine Zopfornamente.

I was TRYING out the "Fire Starter" from Yarnissima with these socks. It stayed as a try-out and became something totally different. Despite the perfect written out and easy-to-understand pattern, I still needed my whole concentration in order to comprehend this kind of knitting Which was wholly new to me. The direction for the toe and the unconventional solution to the heel make a perfect and I will still have to practice. But why did not Firestarter become Fire Starter? I do not do cables! Never ever! Actually pretty unfortunate, because I actually quite like cables, especially clever these small cables.

Emil

For Emil I fell into a single picture "Wild poppy red, red, red".

As for Emily, I fell in love with one and only painting "wild red poppy, red, red".

Some paintings have a magical attraction, they are timeless, dramatic, lively and always modern. I'm not doing with this image. Such as Claude Monet, Emil Nolde have been an enthusiastic gardener. I rgendwie I can not understand it, f ÜR feel me, the "wild poppy red, red red" uncontrolled on (is not there great pictures).

Some paintings just magically draw on me. They are timeless, dramatic, lively and always modern. And it was like that with this painting for me. Like Claude Monet, Emil Nolde was supposed to be quite an enthusiastic gardener. Somehow I could not really follow that. For me, the "wild red poppy, red, red" seems to radiate lace of control (which is good with paintings).

gardeners are humble and patient, i st it not so? As it is gardeners and fine artists behave I do not know.

Gardeners are humble and patient, are not they? However, I do not know what the gardeners amongst the artists are actually like.

Paul

"Ta Matete," the harmonious translation for "the market". South Sea or dropouts romance is not really my thing, but the colors of the South with a touch of sadness and reflection, the clean lines, you feel like completeness and has nothing cheap in itself, almost religious? Better way I can not express Perhaps you understand what I mean. Imagine the dimensions if we could integrate apart from colors and shapes, sounds and smells.

"Ta Matete," the most harmonious translation for "the Market". South Seas romantic Romantic or dropout is not really my thing but the colors of the South along with a bit of melancholy and meditativeness and the clear lines just feel like completeness and have nothing to do with cheapness. Almost religious? But one can not express it more beautifully than that. Perhaps you understand what I mean. Just imagine the dimensions if, apart from colors and forms, so we could weave together sounds and smells.

If Paul knew that he ended up as a sock.

If Paul only knew that he ended up as socks.

That was my little excursion into the realm of color art. O b I was successful is in the eye of the beholder, but it made a lot of fun. Effusions hear about art is always plenty of pathetic, lacking the right adjectives or have already been used too often. It is and remains a gray area for experts and ignorant, what matters is whether you like it or not and that is always subjective.

That was my small excursion into the world of the art of colors. Whether I succeeded depends on the observer, but it was a lot of fun for me. Talks about art always sound so lofty: Either the right adjectives often are missing or they are used too. It is and will still stay as a gray zone for both connoisseurs and layperson. The important thing is Whether you like it or not ... and that is always subjective.

Did I mention that I love garden gnomes? And I stand by it!

Did I mention that I love garden gnomes? And I really mean it!