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Along the Coast of Kovalam: On Fishing, Continuity, and Quiet Symbiosis.

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Author - Brian Hawkeswood.                                                                            Nach unten scrollen für die deutsche Übersetzung. Along the coast at Kovalam (India), fishing is not an industry so much as a rhythm—an inherited cadence that has outlasted empires, religions, and the modern impatience with anything that does not scale. Each morning, the boats return not as symbols of labour but as punctuation marks in a sentence that has been written and rewritten for centuries. The sea gives, the shore receives, and life adjusts itself—quietly, persistently—to the terms of that exchange. As the early morning passes boats steadily arrive reveiling their nights catch. People wait and buy straight from the fishermen. Kovalam January 2026. The abundance of fish in these waters has lo...

The Girls at the Table: Portraits on the Edge of Becoming

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Author -Brian Hawkeswood.                                                                                      Scroll Down For English Version. Die Mädchen am Tisch: Porträts am Rand des Erwachsenseins https://artelbestudio.blogspot.com/2025/09/everyone-is-in-gethsemane-first.html Ich hatte in dem Atelier eine stille Ecke gefunden, einen Zufluchtsort der Ruhe, von dem aus ich die Gemälde betrachten konnte, die sorgfältig ausgewählt und an den Wänden platziert worden waren. Wie so oft war meine Aufmerksamkeit geteilt zwischen den Werken selbst und dem feinen Theater der Menschen, die zwischen ihnen umherwanderten. Mein Blick folgt immer jenen leichten Unregelmäßigkeiten des menschlichen Verhaltens—Gesten oder Haltungen, die, weil sie nur minimal vom Erwartbaren abweichen, etw...

Everyone Is in Gethsemane: First Reflections on the Work of Karen Gäbler

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  Author- Brian Hawkeswood.                                                       Nach unten scrollen für die deutsche Übersetzung When sifting through the long register of Dresden’s Künstlerbund, I did not expect to come upon work that would stop me in my tracks. Yet there was Karen Gäbler. At first, I thought of composing a modest introduction under the title “My First Look at Karen Gäbler.” But almost immediately it became clear that her art resists brevity. To confine it to a first impression would be to diminish it. Her paintings demand space for thought, for the layering of interpretation, for silence even. They do not merely offer images; they pose questions that linger, pressing upon one’s own experience and memory.                                     ...