Archive for June, 2010

Bea Hoffmüller-Hildenbrand was born in the town of Laufen, which belongs to the Swiss canton Bern. Even as a child she loved to draw and paint, and when she grew up she did the equivalent of GCSE ‘A’ level (Abitur) and studied Communication-Design in Augsburg. She passed her exams with flying colours and gathered experience as a graphic designer with different firms in Munich and Freiburg. She has her own graphic design-cum-art studio in Freiburg-Kappel.

Illustrations and abstract painting are her passion and the current seminars at the Bad Reichenhaller Academy gives her new impulses. You can see her artistic style in her work: the union of synergies from the worlds of graphic and sketches. Her art work reveals liveliness, cheerfulness and her carries her characteristic stamp, as she puts it, and urges you to ‘be a sign.’ Sei ein Zeichen.

The vernissage, which had an excellent ambiente with anthroposophic painted walls daubed in rich orange, yellow and faint scarlet, ideal for her African abstracts. A journey to Africa has left a deep impression on Bea’s works. The titles of her abstracts are: Curve and Straight Line, the lawn where you can lie ‘Liegewiese’done in white, a reclining figure and red springs, Lageplan, Africa I with Massai elements, Africa II, which depicts the feeling of the scorching sun, a reposing figure with scarlet opposites. There’s a sense of order, closeness and dynamic in the painting. A House in the Toscana, which was a graphic drawing done with a yellow background was bought by a Freiburger couple. How delightful.

Further works are: a Blue Wonder, Das Treffen (the meeting), Light and Shadow. Bewegtes Leben has strong colours that seem to shine mixed with colour nuances. Feuer und Glut, Variations and Zebi (zebra-bee). The abstracts range from 20×20 to 120×40 cm in size.

Please look up www.beadesign-hh.de for more details.

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Modern German youth: chic, fantasy,well-travelled, well-informed, togetherness, tolerant and peace and fun-loving.

Commentary: Waltz versus Tango (Satis Shroff, Freiburg-Kappel)


Stop the press. Germany, this historically disciplined and merciless soccer nation, that shot a penalty to the sky during a world championship since 1974, has overrun England with 4:1. Podolski, even though born in Poland, scored against the Brit team. Joachim Löw is in cloud seven (German: Siebte Himmel), thanks to Podolski, a great lad with an infectious smile and a stunning left leg.


The German team fought not only like lions but used their heads to perform an excellent combination football, a football that made your heart beat higher. The British team was more for man-to-man fights, tacklings and kick-and-rush tactic which bore fruit only once in the entire game. Lempard’s goal was so fast that no referee or linesman was able to register it. The camera did. But what actually counts on the field is what the referee sees with his own two eyes. And his fifa linesmen saw only the last sequence of the ball bouncing and the German goalie clearing it.


‘God Save the Queen’ sang the British audience and players with their hands over their hearts. The Queen is safe but Britain doesn’t feel well. During the game I wondered what headliners the Daily Mail and the Times would come out with the following day. Perhaps ‘British Pansies run over by German Panzer?’ That comes from reading too many Battler Briton comics in the Grammar and Comprehensive schools in which the Germans, who invariably bear names like Hans, Fritz and Joachim and keep on repeating only the three words ‘Achtung, Halt and Jawohl.’


World War II is long over and new generations of friendly, sympathetic, travelling and intelligent Germans have long taken the place of the Germans of yesteryears. And yet boulevard and even serious English newspapers and journals still promote the cliches of yesterday, which is a shame. As far as the yellow press is concerned it’s still: blitzkrieg, tanks and krauts. It was a confrontation dripping with history as in the case of Leon in 1970 when Sir Alf Ramsey, for some reason or other, took out Bobby Charlton thinking that the semifinal place had already been assured. It wasn’t.


One on-looker even displayed proudly his cloth German Messerschmidt plane, another cliché of the Second World War. No sir, it wasn’t the hackneyed cliché that won the day but a young, talented, sovereign team with dream passes that shone today. Löw’s boys showed us the delights of soccer and team-play.


Schweinsteiger, Podolski, Klose, Özil and Müller as well as the whole compact German showed what team-spirit is. It was dream football for Germany and a disappointing and traumatic experience for Britain. That the fighting spirit alone doesn’t suffice in soccer was a bitter experience for trainer Capello, who had  a munity in his British Bounty. Against Slovenia the three British Lions showed their prowess and capabilities in man-to-man duels. England beat the Slovenians 1:0 through Jermain Defoe of Tottenham Hotspurs. Whereas other teams make use of vuvuzelas when their teams attack, English fans prefer to sing. The match England versus Germany was on the whole fair, the number of yellow cards was kept to a minimum, and the flow of the game was allowed by referee Stark.


‘We’ve won the game with our heads,’ said Capello in their second last game. But our German lads more of the Kampfgeist, strategy and tactics, wasn’t it? They worked hard, ran, fought, had discipline, team-spirit and endurance. Özil, Klose, Podolski, Müller et al were at their best, especially Podolski and Klose who in reality weren’t in form in their respective clubs but rose to the occasion and thanked trainer Löw with unforgettable goals. As the last 45 minutes ticked away David Beckham’s countenance became a granite mask. The fact that he’d patted his colleagues and spoken words of courage in the intermission hadn’t helped a bit. Good old Rooney wasn’t his old self either. The Guardian called it ‘an ignominious defeat.’ Another found the English team’s performance ‘an abysmal display.’ Alas, Mueller buried England’s World Cup dream: Three Lions Muller-ed by Germans and the ref.


Maradona’s Agentinians have won a decisive 3-1 battle against the Mexicans. Ah, what a promising match. I don’t want to conjour up memories of the Falklands, but it’ll be a German waltz versus Argentinian tango. Which team might win? Your guess is just as good as mine. I pead for more of the ratio and less of the emotio. The better team shall prevail.


Autor Biographie


Satis Shroff ist Dozent, Schriftsteller, Dichter und Kunstler und außerdem Lehrbeauftragter für Creative Writing an der Albert Ludwigs Universität Freiburg.  Er hat sechs Bücher geschrieben: Im Schatten des Himalaya (Gedichte und Prosa), Through Nepalese Eyes (Reisebericht), Katmandu, Katmandu (Gedichte und Prosa mit Nepali autoren) Glacial Whispers (Gedichtesammlung zwischen 1997-2010).  Er hat zwei Sprachführer im Auftrag von Horlemannverlag und Deutsche Stiftung für Entwicklungsdienst (DSE) geschrieben, außerdem drei Artikeln über die Gurkhas, Achtausender und Nepals Symbolen für Nelles Verlags ‚Nepal’ und über Hinduismus in „Nepal: Myths & Realities (Book Faith India). Sein Gedicht „Mental Molotovs“ wurde im epd-Entwicklungsdienst (Frankfurt) veröffentlicht. Seine Lyrik sind in Slow Trains, International Zeitschrift, World Poetry Society (WPS), New Writing North, Muses Review, The Megaphone, Pen Himalaya, Interpoetry publiziert worden. Er ist ein Mitglied von Writers of Peace, poets, essayists, novelists (PEN), World Poetry Society (WPS) usw.

Satis Shroff lebt in Freiburg (poems, fiction, non-fiction) und schreibt über ökologische, medizin-ethnologische und kultur-ethnische Themen. Er hat Zoologie und Botanik in Nepal, Sozialarbeit und Medizin in Freiburg und Creative Writing in Freiburg und UK studiert. Da Literatur eine der wichtigsten Wege ist, um die Kulturen kennenzulernen, hat er sein Leben dem Kreatives Schreiben gewidmet. Er arbeitet als Dozent in Basel (Schweiz) und in Deutschland an der  Akademie für medizinische Berufe (Uniklinik Freiburg). Ihm wurde der DAAD-Preis verliehen.













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Art Basel: Aesthetic Escapism (Satis Shroff, Freiburg-Kappel)

The queen of art expositions

Opened her doors,

A big happening in Helvetia’s Basle,

For the forty first time.

A nexus for art connoisseurs,

Worshippers, gallerists, hipsters,

Stars and starlets,

Very important persons,

Not so important persons,

Artists and dabblers,

Praising their extravagant love

Of art.

Art talks in trendy taverns,

To celebrate ten galleries.

Ten artists even depicted

Basle’s cathedral, the ferry

And Vater Rhine

In their art projects:

Sans agonies and trauma of war

In Irak, Kirgistan, Afghanistan,

Sans oil spills and animals dying,

Sans natural calamities.

Pure escapism,

Beauty, taste and art,

Away from the gruesome reality.

Aesthetic flight

In the realm of fantasy,

The works of 2500 artists and sculptors.

To see

And be seen,

From Wednesday till Sunday

In July.

The founder of Art Basel,

Ernst Beyeler died with 88.

What he left behind,

Became the Olym of the art world.

Money and art,

The parallel worlds

Of Alicja Kwade.

A creation of some,

The whims of others.

A Picasso picture

Sold for eleven million euros.

A beautiful work of Marc Quinn’s

‘Bloke With a Cigar’ done in gold,

Was the central figure.

Vienna’s Werner Oskar Jilge

Posed as a living solar lantern.

T293 was a delight

With two retro loudspeakers,

Orange tubes and a box

Mounted on metal legs,

Done by Alberto Tadiello.

Hall Number One

Had exhibits

Of fifty-six world artists.

Gigantic video installations,

Sergio Prego’s blown-up sculpture.

That was Art Unlimited.

The exhibits have been returned,

To their respective owners,

Others have changed hands.

What remains is the good taste

Of aesthetic escapism.

Creative guys don’t fall down

The social gutter,

Lingers the motto.

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