Today is marksmen’s festival (German and Swiss tradition; festivity, featuring a target shooting competition). Another one, probably the last of those all weekend festivities, following the four-quarter-time. Read More
Beatrice has short, dark hair. Small, firm curls frame her face. Not one of them moves, even if the wind makes the giant wings of the steel towers on the Schöppinger Berg vibrate. The pictures of her with shoulder-length hair were taken only recently. She had tamed her full hair into a myriad of small dense pigtails. Braiding her hair, strand by strand, had kept her for hours glued on a chair. Two years ago, the weight of all that hair disappeared with the help of scissors. Since then she feels free. Read More
“In this world nothing ever perishes. Bones become grasses or flowers again or I don’t know what – which makes me wonder what happens to our thoughts? They shouldn’t be wasted either.
Judith Kerr, 24.6.1923 – 22.5.2019, author of youth & children’s books, graphic artist. Emigrated as a child with her family from Nazi Germany
Larissa Hermanns, artist and former projectmanager of KUNSTASYL