A little art


Dear friends of my blog, followers and viewers,

It’s now more than 5 years that I joined the wordpress “family” and found some wonderful friends here. I have taken a lot of efforts to show you my world in paintings, jewelry, photos, poetry and poems. I specially enjoy writing in English, but it’s not my mother tongue.  A lot of wonderful comments and mental support in sad times have shown me that my efforts were acknowledged and that was the best reward for me.

I usually enjoy looking at all the posts from a lot of nice people every day, but it surely does take a lot of time. My day must be planned in minutes because of all the things I have to do like usual housework, shopping, cooking, gym, biking, arts etc. I have to bike 10 km per day because I have “restless legs” which leads to a lot of sleepless nights and some kind of exhaustion. Additionally, I have just started a very creative period, and it takes time to be creative. I can only decide to look at the things others do or being creative myself. I am sure that you will understand that I cannot comply with both. Being creative is somehow the most important thing in my life; it means so much to me. I can only express myself by my arts and thus it has a very high value for me. Please do understand that I need some more time for myself and don’t be sad or disappointed if I don’t look into your posts regularly. I hope for your understanding.

I want to show you below the things I have done lately. I usually painted in a more or less photorealistic way and now I have tried to paint in a more abstract way in acrylic colors,  which was quite difficult for me. Some of my paintings came out of my sub consciousness and have a special meaning, i.e. describing relations I have. I will add two of my elder paintings so that you can see the difference. For Xmas I made several bookmarks out of ebony and silver as presents for my family. And additionally I did some new jewelry from Sterling silver with lapis lazuli, moonstone, agate, amethyst etc. etc.

I want to thank all of you for your support of my blog, and hope that I will find the opportunity from time to time to look into your posts. Best wishes for all of you. Kind regards Mitza

All those raindrops


All those raindrops falling down on me –

like a veil of tender glittering diamond lace –

wrap me in opaque sadness –

Salty tears mix with the rain,

running down to my lips

tasting half sweet, mostly bitter,

washing away the memories of kisses you granted to me –

What else can I do than wipe those acrimonious tears away,

doing as if nothing happened,

with a shillyshally smile,

pretending that everything is fine –

No, I didn’t think of you….

It’s a lie….

Don’t believe it when I say so,

the truth is that every thought is

only about you,

your eyes that are sunshine

your mind that is beauty

your body that is love…

And the rain is still falling down on me,

like a veil of sadness,

like a final curtain in a cinema,

because you are so far away –

one last tear falls down from my lashes

on your photo,

like a huge diamond, only for you –

my soulmate


for H.

Kefalonia – Greece

Whilst I was in Greece and spoke Greek and English only, I remarked how much influence the Greek language had on other languages, not only English, but French, German etc., too. As far as I heard, about 12% of the English words have a Greek provenance. Another friend of mine was claiming that 40.000 words were of Greek origin. I have collected a few words that have a Greek origin to illustrate it to you. Maybe you never thought about it using them. You will see that all these words have a high value, dealing with medicine, physics, mathematics, philosophy etc.

Of course, Greek philosophers, mathematicians and physicists like Socrates, Plato, Aristoteles, Epicur, Thales, Democrit and Pythagoras have found out a lot of very interesting things already several thousand years ago, that still have a value today. I am glad that I grew up within such very old culture and hope that this interests you, too.

Here are some words with Greek origins and some photos from Kefalonia/Greece:


Alphabet, algorithms, algebra, autocratic, auto-immune, audio, archeology, anthroposophy, anthropology, automobile, apocalypse, autonomy, aesthetic, androgyny, autobiography, angel, aphrodisiac, aster, astrophysical

Bible, bombardment, biological, butter

Catastrophe, charity, coffee, character, claustrophobia, clitoris, chronology, chaos, carrot, curtain

Democracy, demography, dictator, dermatologist, dynamic, diagnosis, diaphanous, dehydrator, dyslexia, disharmony

Empathy, encyclopedia, ethnic, ephemeral, encyclopedia, erotic, Europe, eurythmic

Fantasy, fibromyalgia

Gynecology, geography, gymnastics, glucose, gym, geological

Histology, harmony, helium, history, hydroxide, hypochondriac, hysteric, Hellenic, hydrant

Ichtiology, isotope, ion, icon


Logophobia, logopedics, lexicon, lithograph

Macroscopic, microscope, metamorphosis, mathematics, museum, magnetometer, magic, monastery, myoma, mythological, mathematician

Narcissist, nautical, numismatic, neon, neurotic, nymph

Orgasm, oxidized, oregano, olive, ocean

Psychology, paradise, photo, polychrome, pathologic, philosophy, philharmonic, polyglot, photosynthesis, poem, pneumonia, paragraph, paradigm, psychopath, parasitic, palliative, physics, polygamous, polyp, physicist

Radiography, radiophone, rhythm

Skeleton, sympathy, symphony, symbol, synonym

Triptych, telephone, therapy, theology, theory, taxi, television, telegraph, thanatophoric, telegram, tavern



Xylophone, xenophobia, xylography



Evening mood

I have been in Greece for some weeks and couldn’t work on my blog. I have made a lot of photos, which I am still processing. I will post today some photos with evening moods and a story I have written in Greece. Hope you are all fine and enjoy my story:

The sun was setting in reddish colors, from salmon to dark-red and then purple against the still dove-blue sky. Every minute the firmament turned darker blue, periwinkle-blue and furthermore black. The afterglow slowly disappeared behind the stark mountains, only a few frayed cirrostratus clouds were moving slowly and idly, still lit by the sun in light salmon, looking soft, sweet and billowy like sugar candy. I mingled into the enchanted twilight and looked up into the sky awestruck. How beautiful and moving it was! How divine! Only angelic music would have fit to accompany this pageant.

Myriads of stars inflamed a candle, with a peaceful and calm grandeur which they have since millions of years. The earth lay motionless and silent as if it was waiting for a sign, like an orchestra waiting for a maestro’s baton. A dog was barking somewhere and some birds shrieked a last goodbye to this wonderful day. Their songs sounded somehow sorrowful and plaintive like a dirge. It seemed, they were as lugubrious as me that the day was dying. I could very well understand their sadness, as my heart was void, only filled with loneliness.

The full moon had risen in milky white and looked at me gleaming with astonishment, with an open mouth, but very kindly, like an old friend. The mountains in the background seemed like huge irregular papers cuts. The little villages at the steeps were glittering like diamond necklaces by their lantern lights. The violins of the cicadas played a perpetual, monotonous melody, some sort of a melancholic ballad. There were no other sounds now, only some owls were calling mockingly or even plaintiff in the opaque darkness from far away. Unexpectedly one of them was flying up in the brightness of the flood lights, mysterious and completely silent. Little cats were lurking around the garbage containers with glowing eyes as if they had swallowed two candles. At the gulf, gazing between the silvery branches of the olive trees, the moon painted reflections on the sea in fluid quicksilver. The water looked viscous and sullen. The sea was dead calm, like oil. A distant ferry boat crossed the fluid mirror image of the moon and divided it in two pieces. Huge planets appeared close to the moon in competition with the Milky Way. It reminded me of an old German childrens’ song „ do you know how many stars there are in the firmament? Do you know how many clouds there are in the sky? God has counted all of them so that none is missing..“ It somehow consoled me that someone had counted them all. To look into the starlit sky is one of these wonders that leave me completely overwhelmed and stunned behind.

The night-shrouded reed was crinkling faintly and mysteriously and swaying in a short, soft evening breeze, bowing like an old woman in front of an altar. It sounded like the flapping wings of some huge beetles and then it was dead silent again. I felt like the little prince being completely alone on my star.

Bats were dashing around the very few street lanterns to catch insects. The warm, soft air was like a lover’s caress, and filled with the intense, yearning odor of jasmine and wild herbs. I thought, my heart would burst. I wished that this evening would last forever, for an eternity of my own. My life is just a blink in the universe, only love can make it an eternity, I thought. I wanted to share this beauty with somebody I loved for an eternity of love. Thus it would have made a sense. Shortly after, the fairy of the night was coating me with her black, warm, velvety veil. I put my head into her lap and slept without dreaming in gratitude for what I had seen and experienced.



Let me drink from the cold moon



Let me drink from the white moon

that is so far away like you,

a milky cold cocktail of heartache,

insomnia and pain,

when loneliness is more hurting than death

when my guardian angel is melting into mist

when every thought is about you

when your eyes are shining in the dark

without you being here

when your words are so dead

and were spoken a long time ago

when your image is fading

and getting blurred

when everything is only memories

and doesn’t exist anymore

like smoke from a last cigarette

of goodbye



Excursion to the center of Hamburg

Some days ago we have been in the center of Hamburg close to the main station. Living at the boundaries of our beautiful hometown where everything is more rural, calm, green and tidy, the center of Hamburg is very vivid and colorful, also regarding people. You find a lot of extraordinary pubs, bars and cafés there as well as shops with foreign sweets, foods etc. and some “dirty” little nightclubs in some side roads. Escort girls and drug dealers unfortunately belong to the main station, too.

I had given my sewing machine to be repaired and combined the pick-up date with a little excursion in the backstreets of the center. I saw a lot of funny graffitti, which I will post seperately, a lot of colorful mural paintings, of which I would like to emphasize the painted window with some people looking out, some very old houses, old store signs, a nicely painted “Trabant” car, and interesting international shops. Follow me to the center of Hamburg.

Excursion to the outdoor museum

Dear followers, friends and viewers. For some weeks I couldn’t post anything, because my computer “refused to cooperate” with me. I couldn’t solve this problem alone, had to wait for my son to repair it. I was afraid of losing a lot of data and more than 10.000 photos. Fortunately, now everything is okay, thanks to my son.

This time I want to take you out for an excursion to our outdoor museum which is quite close to us and which I visit from time to time. In this museum a lot of old houses from this area (from 17th up to the 19th century) have been restored and built up again. The beautiful old farm houses had frameworks and thatched as well as hip roofs in former times. Besides farms and barns there is one little village shop with original interior decoration and a coffee-shop where you get wonderful selfmade cakes. There’s also a big baking oven where on special occasions bread is made in a traditional way. You can see a big pile of wood for the baking days as well as old milk cans and agricultural equipment.

They have arranged a typical old farm garden in which all patches are surrounded by little boxwood hedges, which looks very nice. There you can find the typical flowers and herbs that grew close to farms in former times. Not to forget the animals you can see there: the glamorous cock with his shiny feathers, the turkey and his wifes, funny goats, cold blood working horses, cute calves, pigs, ducks etc. Come with me for a walk into the past.

Excursion to the Elbe River

Two weeks ago we made another excursion to the Elbe River to look for houses and to visit some friends we have there. We took a road that leads alongside the Elbe River and passed several little towns and villages which were very picturesque with appealing extraordinary churches, old timber framed houses and beautiful old doors. I found some dwarfs made out of bronze in front of some doors and some antic guild symbols.

IMG_8803The road furthermore leads through dense woods where you can find a lot of blueberries and mushrooms. At some places I saw signs that were warning of wolves even.

The landscape is quite flat, you don’t find many elevations, only dikes for protection of floods. One morning we made a tour with our bikes. It was so calm and peaceful and we saw and heard a lot of rare birds like goldfinches, yellow wagtails, a nightingale and a lot of storks. Some cows were standing on a pasture, chewing over and looking at us from far. On the mowed pastures storks were strutting, picking-up some frogs now and then. They were not very shy and nice to look at. A cuckoo was calling several times and that was about all we heard. Complete silence and peace, nearly nobody on the road. The very few people we met were very friendly and greeted us.

Let me take you with me to the Elbe River.

The magenta river


In the red evening sky the sun says goodbye to the earth

in enchanted magenta colors

Total quietude, only a sky lark is singing joyfully,

hovering above a golden field of grain,

up and down and flies away

A hidden nightingale contributes a line of notes,

just very short and hurtingly beautiful

fairy tales of princes and princesses that are happy

are in my mind

The river is slowly flowing, there’s nothing but silence

Little swirls are running ashore in circles

trying to touch a bleached piece of wood with their wet tongues

The sun is disappearing behind a cloud

and adds a cold silver glow to the magenta river,

mysterious and so precious like jewelry

Everything is mysterious and filled with a distinct yearning

From far away, from the woods

a cuckoo is calling nine times,

then three times

Then total tranquility

I’m alone in this world

for H.