Certainly, I am still watching a ridiculous amount of sports with the Olympic Games taking place in Beijing. Yes, I survived the elimination of the German BBall team. I mean it’s not like they were the top seated favorites of the tournament. Theirs was the Olympic motto: Participation means the world to them. And they did it. So, congrats to them and I let me be entertained by all the other events taking place.
Yet, I also started again on my new art series. I have teased you with it for a long time now. Therefore, here some photos of the work in progress first:

The Fool as it is right now, still far from finished (acrylic on canvas 50x70 cm)

The Fool with the net he was caught in
Of course, as the name tells you already this series is inspired by the Tarot as Jung has seen it and as I see it. Yet today, when I worked at it I saw it in a completely different light.
I am an artist. But additional to this I work for my living as a PT. In a big city like Berlin being a PT means to be the play friend of children who can’t discover or develop their physical ability in an environment dominated by concrete and speeding cars. You are the family for lonely elderly. And you are the psychotherapist for many of the patients.
As I am not only a PT but also a lymph drainage specialist I am working with cancer patients or people recovering from cancer. One of my patients I treat now for more than a year twice a week has colon cancer. She is living with it now for years. Usually, she is on a constant chemo therapy on base of pills. Both of us know that we only buy time. Once in a while – when we are not laughing about my silliness or my obsessions with HP or sports - we talk about death and dying.
Today was a day like that. She had received very bad news and admitted to be afraid. Since six years have passed since the diagnosis she is far ahead on her path through the stages of coping with a terminal illness. Hence, her fear is not about the fact that she will be dead. She is afraid of the process of dying – the pain she expects to happen and, since she has metastases in the tip of her lung, the feeling of suffocating.
I hope I was able to assure her and make her feel better, at least for today. But for me it was straining, especially now that my energy level is very low. In moments like that I am thankful for my art. Dirk Nowitzki was fun and enabled me to shut out everything else that burdens me for short sweet moments. I hope he will see it one day and then he will like it and it will give him sweet memories.
The Fool and my conversation today made me think of time and anonymity. In my pic the fool picks out one member of the grey mass and challenges him to make his/ her life brighter and unique. We have only a limited time to do so. My patient is 70. She is very kind and sweet, intelligent and fun to be with. She has been a teacher, wife and mother all her life. And I think she made something unique of the time she was given and still does so. I hope at the end of my time I can say this as well.
I guess the fool has taken over in my life long ago. Yet, I still have much ground to cover to achieve what I think important for me to accomplish. And be assured that the art plays an important role in these plans.