Dear MAJOBA Customers, From August 27 to October 18, we’re taking a creative break. Our webshop will stay open,
but shipping of our magnetic bookmarks will be delayed. You’re welcome to place orders to
your heart’s content. Please note that packages will be shipped starting October 20..
Warm regards, Your MAJOBA Team
September 2012
Painting some pictures begins in one place and ends in a completely different one. I liked the sunflowers in my uncle’s garden, the dahlias in the neighbours’ front garden and I discovered brightly-coloured asters in an allotment behind the village. There, I lost sight of the grey, overcast heights and looked only at the colourful flowers below. I was torn from my own little world by the first few large raindrops. I quickly opened my umbrella – but I did not think for a moment about cycling home. The flowers with their glowing colours still captivated me. On the path through the field a larger and a smaller umbrella approached. “Mum, why is the lady painting in the rain?” I heard the child ask. The mother’s answer was lost in the sound of the rain. Well alright, I never would have started the picture in the rain, but why do I not stop because of it? Perhaps because when I paint, I always become part of the landscape and therefore simply accept the rigours of the weather. As long as the paper stays dry, everything is alright.