We wanted to share this time with Ursel, but it seems some bad fish got in the way (bad fish will happen and it will soooo get in the way) so Werner and I went on our own. It was a treat. For us. Not Ursel. She stayed home.
The show was in an old half-timbered building originally used as part of a large farming complex. It's been renovated several times over the last few hundred years, and is now used as a community exhibit center. It works well.
Comparisons of thematic prints by Gerhard Marcks and Maria was the core of the exhibit - trees, human forms, inorganic forms. Because Maria was there herself to explain these connections, it was especially good.
I am sorry to not have more of Marcks' prints to show you here. They are quite wonderful and rarely displayed. That was a special treat of this exhibit, to see his work.
One of Maria's themes is the Amazon, the powerful woman as a mover and shaker in the world. Different, and noteworthy, is that Maria's Amazons keep their bodies intact. We women don't need to disfigure ourselves to have strength and purpose.
She uses maritime and geographic maps to enhance her graphic work. Here, a boat load of refugees painted on a Mediterranean Sea chart. Topical to say the least.
Totally aside from the art, the FLOORS. I covet them. I want them in my house. Wide old cured sometimes charred planks. Love the patches, too.
It was a rainy, cold, gray, gray, cold, rainy day. We wished that the charming restaurant in the old mill house had been open for a refreshing coffee and yummy cake, but it was not, so we drove home in the misty rain and sometimes sun and amazing cloudy skies. Fewer calories that way.





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