The Wise Age


I´m very proud to present another collaboration that combines the wonderful words of my dear friend and writer Syeda with one of my drawings!🙂



The Wise Age

Standing in the alley

I watch them play around

Little kids whom I saw

Puking in their mother’s arms.

I watch the little hands

That held mine and learnt to walk

Today cross their ways past me hastily

Avoiding me, unwilling to acknowledge.

These old wrinkly hands and face

Are not something I would want to lose

They have come to be, after all

The wars and struggles I’ve fought.

They are the marks of my victory

Of having emerged out of the abyss.

                                                           -by Syeda Faiza Rasheed





Sepia Spell – Old National Gallery



Old National Gallery, Berlin (Sept- 2016)


After having shared with you my vision of the stairway to heaven, I´m showing you today a view of “heaven” itself😉 – the Old National Gallery in Berlin!

If you ever get the chance to visit Berlin, make sure to drop by this wonderful building too!

Wish you all a beautiful weekend!


P.S. I´m sorry for not having dropped by all your wonderful blogs the past week! As it is, I´m having a bit of trouble with my eyes, a corneal erosion, which makes especially reading very painful😦 But I hope to do so after it has healed (which seems to take much more time than anticipated). Please make sure to take very good care of your eyes!! We only realise what we take for granted if every blink hurts…😦



Guest Secret Artist



Wooden box crafted by Chris (photographed by Chris)


Let me introduce you to Chris – a man of many passions and seemingly endless energy to pursue them😉


You might already know him from his wonderful blog “Milford Street” (if not that´s your chance to hop over right now😉 No, wait! Read this first, and then you can hop over😉 ).

On his blog he shares his absoulutely stunning photographs as well as stories about his life (for instance: an amazing 2-month trip to El Salvador in order to become an English-as-a-Second-Language teacher).

What you might not know about him (because he´s too humble to share it on his awesome blog😉 ) is that he´s also incredibly talented when it comes to the art of wood-working!

After endlessly nagging him about sending me some photographs, showing this beautifully crafted box made from a recycled wood pallet, he finally gave in.🙂

So, if you´re just in love with this box as I am, please go visit his blog and make sure to tell him!!🙂



box front (photographed by Chris)


As you probably all know by now, I´m pretty enthusiastic when it comes to art😉

So there was absolutely no question for me that this lovingly crafted box that Chris made with his own hands as a present for his wife, had to be shared with the world, i.e. you!🙂


Being a photographer, Chris is already an artist in his own rights (and a very good one too!).

But I wanted to show you that there´s even more to the man than can be seen on his blog, a secret artistic talent if you like.


I also think that this is something many people may have in common – having a hidden talent or passion they´re not sure about sharing with others.


In fact, this is also true for me, as I´m not a trained artist but an art-historian in profession. And it is exactly why I started my blog – to show that there´s this other side of me, the side that does not only know an awful lot about art, but also loves to do art herself.


But not everyone with a hidden or secret talent might want to share it on his or her blog, mainly because it´s already dedicated to something else.


And that´s when it hit me: why not make a guest-post every once in a while for people exactly like that? People like Chris, who has a photo-themed blog but obviously many more things to be proud of.🙂


So, if you´re interested yourself, or know someone (either in the blogging world or in real life) who has a secret talent, just contact me here on WordPress or sent me an email!

This is your chance to go beyond the limits of your blog and share a secret talent!!!🙂


I´m looking very much forward to hear from you all!


Sarah🙂 xxx

Sepia Spell -Stairway to Heaven



Stairway leading up to the 2nd floor of the Old National Gallery in Berlin (Sept. 2016)


Okay, okay… I admit, this is n o t the actual stairway to heaven, b u t in my mind it´s pretty close to it😉

As it is, these steps are leading up to the second floor of the Old National Gallery outside the building.

The Old National Gallery is situated on the Museum´s Island and has been build around 1867 – 1876. The Gallery is showing a collection of Neoclassical, Impressionist, Romantic and Early Modernist artwork, like The Monk by the Sea by Caspar David Friedrich or Adolph von Menzel´s Eisenwalzwerk (Iron Rolling Mill).

The Old National Gallery is one of my favourite art galleries here in Berlin, not only because of it´s magnificent collection but also because of its amazing architecture, of which I´m going to share with you more pictures of mine in the following weeks.🙂



Ah! Sunflower




“Busy like a bee!” (September 2016)


As autumn comes nearer every day, I´m trying to soak up every bit of sunshine before it gets all cloudy and gray around here… just like a sunflower🙂

I´ve always admired these beautiful flowers, especially for their name-giving ability to follow the light, even on a rainy day.

And I just love watching all those bumble-bees, bees and other insects busy harvesting the nectar.



The Approach (Sept. 2016)


All sun-flowers on these photographs were taken from tiny gardens that have been planted over the years on the edge of the former airport Tempelhofer Feld.

It seemed to me that the tinier the garden patch, the bigger the flowers got! Some of the mighty heads surely weigh over 2 pounds.



The sunflowers reminded me also of one of my favourite poems by William Blake:


Ah! Sunflower by William Blake


Ah, sunflower, weary of time,

Who countest the steps of the sun,

Seeking after that sweet golden clime

Where the traveller’s journey is done.


Where the youth pined away with desire

And the pale virgin shrouded in snow

Arise from their graves, and aspire

Where my sunflower wishes to go.



lovely giant (Sept. 2016)



well hidden (Sept. 2016)


Not only insects love sunflowers, but birds too of course – here you can see that half of the seeds are already picked😉



supper time (Sept. 2016)


Wish you all a golden and beautiful autumn – or, if you´re living in the Southern Hemisphere: a blossoming and sunny spring!🙂


My Slightly Different Count Dracula – Chapt. 11: Murder is not an Option

Click here for Chapt. 1-10

The bitter taste of the coffee Count Harecula had been forced to drink, hit him like nothing else ever had.

No, that wasn´t quite true, something did had the same effect on him: it was his first ever bite into a juicy rabbit – an overwhelming sensation that seemed to be unrepeatable no matter how often he tried to reevoke it.

The only difference to that occasion was, that the coffee tasted totally revolting (much worse than the beer) whereas the blood had been incredibly delicious.

And yet it seemed that his brain asked – no: demanded! – that he take another sip of the brew. Rather grudgingly he obeyed and noticed with surprise that the second gulp didn´t seem to be as disgusting as the first one.

“Good, isn´t it?” asked the old woman with a grin and nudged him with her elbow.

“It´s my special blend. Only the best and strongest beans for me!” she declared proudly.

“If you want more, don´t be shy. I always bring several canisters for our meetings.” With that she took her leave and hurled herself to some other attendants.

“She´s remarkable, isn´t she?” said his Lady with a twinkle in her eyes. “Always full to the brim with pure energy and cheerfullness.”

Although Count Harecula still had to digest yet another new sensation, his overactive mind hadn´t missed one essential information this evening had provided him with.

“So,” he said, trying to be nonchalantly but awfully missing the target, “your name is Lizzy.” The chipped mug in his hands felt reassuringly warm and he took another sip in order to hide his already masked face.

“Yes, it is! Well, actually it´s Elizabeth, but no one really calls me that.”

“Very pleased to make your aquaintance, Miss Elizabeth,” Count Harecula said and bowed slightly. He wished that kissing hands was still fashionable but times had changed… for the worse he often thought.



“Very pleased to make your aquaintance, Miss Elizabeth!”


“Oh, please! Call me Lizzy!” she said and stretched out her hand for a handshake. Count Harecula nearly threw his mug away just to be able to hold her hand with both of his. Now it was him who didn´t want to let go, and when she retrieved her hand, he felt like she´d ripped his heart out with it. Just like that.

“Well, if you insist… Lizzy,” he said with a slight tremor in his voice. He actually feared that he would break out any moment and sing one of his favourite arias out of pure joy.

“I hope you don´t mind me asking… but why are you wearing this mask?” she said and pointed at the object in question.

The joy he´d only felt a second before evaporated in a flash and was replaced with utter embarrasement.

“Oh! This… well, I thought since you´ve said that the meeting was anonymous …” he let his sentence drift out, hoping that she would fill in the blanks, and added a nervous laugh.

“I see. Yes, that does actually make sense… in a way”, she replied. “Although you do realize that you just told me your name, assuming that it´s not a false one. And as you can see, nobody else is wearing one”, she said and winked at him.

The sweat that so far had restricted itself to his forehead, now seemed to break out of every pore.

Although he longed to tell her the truth, he simply couldn´t because he feared she would think of him as a regular fighter. He might be a killer, but by no means was he a roughneck. (It really wasn´t possible not to kill the tiny rabbits when he was sucking their blood – he had tried several times to retreat before their little hearts stopped beating, but everytime he had already taken too much for them to recover from the attack.)

He decided then to go onto the offensive and hide his true motives for wearing the mask behind his well-known vanity.

“Why? Don´t you like it?” he asked, adding a hurt look to make sure. This wasn´t at all difficult for him. Although the advertisment in the costume shop had stated that this particular item would make him just as irresistable to the ladies as Zorro himself, he now began to doubt that the satin tie held up to its promise. Maybe he should go back there after the meeting was over and retrieve his money.

“No! Not at all! To be honest… I think you look very… dashing”, she said and her pink translucent eartips went darker in colour.

Dashing! No one had ever called him that before! Impressive, imposing and even majestic at times, but never dashing – Ha! He rather liked it!

But before Lizzy and Count Harecula could continue their conversation, the old woman appeared like out of thin air beside them again and ordered everyone present in a surprisingly loud voice to take a seat and commence the meeting.

Count Harecula couldn´t help feeling a severe grudge against her. The only thing that kept him from silencing her forever (apart from being in a room full of witnesses), was his now miraculously empty coffee mug. Without even noticing it, he´d drained the whole thing and felt the urgent need for a refill.

So, killing her, it seemed, wasn´t an option anymore. Well, at least not until he´d found out where she´d got her supplies from.

He´d been secretely hoping to have his Lady all to himself during the meeting, but as the seats were arranged in a circle that didn´t seem very likely.

Bad as that already was, his mood even got worse when he watched a young man taking the empty seat on her other side.

He was a tall and very pale looking guy with a mass of bronze-coloured hair that shone brilliantly under the harsh light of the halogen lamps.




His Lady – Lizzy, he reminded himself – gave the young man a brief smile and then focused her attention back on the old woman.

Count Harecula could have killed this guy instantly.

What he didn´t know, was, that it was going to get much worse in the next hour – much, much worse.


To Be Continued…


Sepia Spell: The Cathedral



Berlin Cathedral seen from the Friedrichs Bridge, summer 2016


As promised, I´m showing you this time the Berlin Cathedral (short for: Evangelical Supreme Parish and Collegiate Church) as it can be seen from the Friedrichs Bridge.

I decided to lie on the floor to give you a sense of the bridge´s width too, which really is quite impressive especially since it´s only for pedestrians.

But let me show you another one of the Berlin Cathedral…



Berlin Cathedral, Summer 2016


The Cathedral is located on the Museum Island and has been build around 1905. At that time there still was a “Kaiser” in Berlin!

Although it´s commonly called a cathedral, it´s not one in the actual sense of the word, since it has never been the seat of a bishop.


Glazing Experiments


Small bowl, formed on the potter´s wheel, fired and glazed


I´m sure most of you remember my post concerning the Art of Mastering the Potter´s Wheel about two months ago (if not, just have a quick look here).

Due to the summer holidays and my new job, I had to wait until now to begin with my glazing experiments on the little pieces I made back then.

I call them experiments because I´m mixing two or three different glazes on one piece and don´t know what will happen to them once they are forced to fuse under the enormous temperatures. As you can imagine, it´s always wonderfully exciting to open the hatch of the kiln!😉

Sometimes these experiments work out just fine, other times one glaze seems to absorp the other completely and you can´t see any difference at all.




For the little bowl you see above and below (it´s always the same one😉 ) I used two different glazes called “turquoise snowflake” and “strawberry red”.




As you can hopefully see (it´s quite challenging to photograph glazed pottery because of the reflection), both glazes tried to stay dominant but fused at one point or another.



detail of glazed bowl


I did the same thing with different glazes on another piece of mine, this time a small vase.



Vase, fired and glazed


The effects are always unpredictable.



detail glazed vase


I also tried this technique with this cute little elephant one of my students made for me as a present a couple of years ago.



Startled Elephant, fired and glazed




Sepia Spell – Friedrichs Bridge


Friedrichs Bridge, Summer 2016

The Friedrichs Bridge is one of my favourite bridges in Berlin. It has been built in 1703 and restored in the last years and serves now solely as a pedestrian bridge in Berlin Mitte.

It crosses the Spree and connects the mainland to the Museum Island – one of my favourite places in Berlin🙂

Normally it´s crowded with tourists but early in the morning you can have it all for yourself.

From here you also have a beautiful view of the Berlin Cathedral which I´m going to share with you next time!



Sepia Spell – The Entrance


Entrance to the Grotto of Emmanuel Park, Berlin 2016


First of all: I want to apologize for not having blogged in over a week! And also for not responding as quickly as usual to all your lovely comments! And for not having read, liked or commented on your blog posts this last week!

I´m really, really sorry about all  that!!!

The reason for all this is, that I started on a new job past week and have been also facing some major technical problems with my PC – it crashed and rests in Cyber Heaven now😦

I hope to catch up with all of you and your wonderful blogs very soon! I already miss them and you very much!!🙂

In the picture above you can see the entrance of the Grotto I´ve been already showing you so many pics before. As for the motive, I thought it only appropriate given my current situation with entering a new world…eh job😉


Wish you all a very beautiful weekend!!!❤