February 26, 2026
153rd Entry, Brienzwiler
It rarely happens, but now it has caught up with me, too.
Lacking energy and ideas, I spend my days in the studio. Nothing seems to work out for me anymore. Oh, it’s a state I find difficult to deal with. It’s tedious, and writing about it is tedious too. It may sound crazy, but since the beginning of this year, I feel like I’m no longer an artist.
What I don’t need right now is well-meaning advice. I know myself only too well, and I know that everything passes. I take off my shoes and socks and walk barefoot in the garden. The sun is shining. I observe my thoughts, the blooming flowers, the first butterflies and bees searching for nectar and pollen… and I feel that everything is fine.