Thursday, 26 February 2015

Swiss artist Hans Erni turns 106

The amazing Swiss artist and sculptor Hans Erni turned the grand old age of 106 on Saturday, a day before our Poppy's birthday.

Born on February 21, 1909, Hans, who still works in his studio daily, lives in Lucerne with his second wife Doris Kessler who turns 90 this year.

He is known for his figurative motifs, such as horses and doves, and has created artworks for organisations including the UN, the Swiss government, the Red Cross and the Swiss Broadcasting Corporation. Last year he created the colour scheme for a new aeroplane for Pilatus.

I have posted a few of his comments from interviews published in Zurich’s Tages-Anzeiger and Blick on Saturday (forgive my few translation discrepancies)

When asked how he viewed the concept and development of age when he was 20, he said he had “always instinctively avoided excess – smoking and boozing were far from my thoughts when I was young. I was much more focused on competition with other young people – artistically but also concerning sport. In those days movement was my passion. It still is – as a painter and observer.

“One of my most important realisations is that personality is expressed through movement, that every movement hides a variety of stories.” He points to footprints in the snow in his garden. “They bear witness to the movement of a person. Looking at them closely, you can learn a lot about the person who made them. In addition they tell stories: why are the footprints there today? Why are they there and not further over? What is their relationship with the neighbouring houses?”

“Every form of immigration is a renewal, it brings movement into the country. Trying to stop this I think is wrong.”

“...we are part of the natural cycle, we can develop and change through thoughts, words, pictures. Everyone has to decide whether he is real or fake in his heart itself. There is good in people and in a society that must always evolve. It starts with each individual who is willing to change, and it comes to the social and economic realities that we must rethink and build anew. So away with the boundaries in your head! We need dialogue, and to further accommodate ourselves to each other. Only in this way we can change the world again and again.”

When asked whether time still had a meaning for him, Erni replied that he didn’t divide his time into days or weeks “but rather into drawings, which I start and finish”.

Erni's elder sister died last year aged 107. Coincidentally, Erni shares a birthday with Jeanne Calment, who had the longest lifespan ever recorded. She died in 1997 aged 122.

Erni is still a decade or so younger then the oldest person alive today which is Japanese lady Misao Okawa who will be 117 on 5th March.  

Friday, 6 February 2015

It's carnival time!

There are a few shady looking characters popping up in windows and odd places around Winterthur. And that can only mean one thing - the imminent arrival of Fasnacht.

The Swiss love their traditions and carnivals - and most of all they love dressing up and role playing. And this all comes together no better than at Fasnacht. This officially begins in Winterthur with the Ham feast on Monday but the highlight for us is the large carnival which takes place through the city centre from 2.15pm on Sunday, 22nd February. It is such great fun, the outfits are incredible - and sometimes rather scary. For more information and all other events surrounding Fasnacht in Winterthur, visit the website here.

And then of course if you can brave the crowds there is the mother of all Fasnacht carnivals in Basel, hailed as one of Europe's top 50 local festivals, taking place on the Monday after Ash Wednesday: Baseler Fasnacht.

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

It's a Wonderful World

So I went along to my very first Choir practice last night feeling more than a little nervous. The location was a very cosy community hall opposite (and run by) the village church. I couldn't have been made to feel more welcome. I got introduced to all the other members - there were around 15 but I understand it numbers 20 at full capacity.

The choirmaster was a lovely smiley lady whose first language was neither Swiss, German or English (I just love this zany country) so there was sometimes a little confusion in places but her enthusiasm carried her and us all through!

And what luck - the very first song was a new one for everyone and it just happened to be 'It's a Wonderful World'!! So of course I was in my element (although there was a tiny discussion in the middle as to whether to sing in English or German (imagine!) But thankfully English prevailed. Actually it was glorious hearing the men behind me singing in harmony with rich, deep - and very lovely English sounding - voices. I felt quite nostalgic.

We followed up with 'Wade in the Water' and 'I will Sing with Spirit' - both again in English, fortunately for me, although a little high at times as I scarily found myself in the soprano section.

What a lovely experience it was. The two hours flew by. And my fears of being rejected for being too squeaky or tone deaf were unfounded. I was even invited along to the jolly afterwards at the local pizzeria. It is very nice to feel a part of a larger thing like a choir which really is far more than the sum of its component parts. I feel I am at the beginning of something wonderful.

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Pick of the week

Winterthur's Church Square in the snow

I've joined a choir!

I've somehow allowed myself be talked into joining the local choir. Now, I love singing - especially in the shower and the kitchen - but I'm not sure how this actually translates to singing in public. I am also pretty used to my wonderfully musical husband describing me as tone deaf! Nice, huh?

But I have never agreed with him. And now I have recovered from the shock of suddenly having to sing in tune, with others, and sometimes with an audience :-O I am determined to prove him wrong.

There has been lots written about the benefits of singing in a choir and the BBC's amazing Gareth Malone has made it a pretty funky and very accessible thing in his series of addictive programmes. So I'm smitten. And I hope the reality of it all doesn't disappoint.

Brütten Choir gathers at the village Gemeindesaal each Tuesday evening from 8pm.

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Gut neues!

Happy New Year! I know it's a little late, I'm sorry. For once I have not felt like blogging or doing much of anything creative and I'll explain why. I had a lovely Christmas spent with family here in Switzerland but it was one tinged with great sadness as a friend died from Cancer. I usually like to keep my blog upbeat but I am still grieving the loss of a good friend as well as the loss of a wonderful person from our community so I feel I should share a little of this.

Michael was a South African guy who moved into our village in March. As his wife had an amazing and well paid job he stayed at home as the 'househusband' in one sense but as a great wildlife artist he could also earn plenty of funds himself. Having lived in Canterbury in the South of England for 6 years he was, like me, unable to adapt quickly to the Swiss way of allowing children to walk to school un-accompannied so we were the only two clucking hens on the school playground morning and noon. Of course, we also enjoyed the bond of being able to relax into casual English and as you can imagine we got to know each other very well.

He got a cough in early October which was diagnosed as Cancer on 15th October and exactly two months later, 10 days before Christmas, he died. I can't put into words the horror of this thing that has taken my friend away. And I guess time will heal this gaping wound some. But I am experiencing the enormity of how fleeting our lives are and how easily they can be taken from us. And knowing Micheal and experiencing this awful thing has meant that I now greet each day with a raw, urgent need to enjoy each minute and share the joy with as many people as I can in the precious time I have left. I ask you, my devoted reader to do the same. And would like to share a series of beautiful pictures I have taken over the Christmas period. Much love, S x








Loving husband, father and friend Michael Gibson