Painting

Marcel swims for exercise with Anna, then shops at a flea market and carries home a painting.

I’ve never really swum before. I know how to swim, breaststroke only, but I’ve always used that skill exclusively to not drown, never to actually work out.

Last year, I went to an outdoor pool with Anna and swam a couple of laps for the first time ever. But this was my first proper “Let’s go to the Olympic-sized pool and do this as a sport!” kind of swim.

Anna does this all the time, but I chose running as my go-to workout, so this was completely new to me. And exciting! And, somewhat surprisingly, a lot of fun!

Later, we went to a flea market and I found this painting for just €20. It hangs in my hallway now.

What a day!

Marcel, Mareen, and Nils sit outdoors painting together, with one painting the others instead of the trees.

We met at the park to paint trees. Nils painted Mareen and me instead. Weird choice, but I guess our new outdoor painting club doesn’t benefit from rules that are too strict.

Marcel finishes his taxes, then paints at the Alster and chats with someone about art.

I’m always a bit nervous about drawing and painting in public because I don’t always feel very confident in what I’m doing, and having someone look over my shoulder isn’t very conducive to my process. For the first time, someone actually stopped what they were doing, came over, asked me a couple of questions, and shared their art journey with me and it was... nice. I liked it. If you see me painting in public, say hi. But please don’t stalk me just to say hi, that’s weird.

Marcel pretends he has not been drawing while painting a robin as a surprise gift for Anna.

I lied to Anna for her own good, because I’d prepared a little gift for her, and her investigative skills were dangerously close to ruining the surprise. Thankfully, I’m apparently a pathological liar, because she didn’t suspect a thing and was very happy to receive this little robin.

Marcel celebrates his 37th birthday by cleaning, painting at the Alster, and having dinner with Anna.

I turned 37 on that day! That number doesn’t remotely reflect the age I feel I should be, but who am I to argue with Chronos?

Marcel and Florian paint fish in a relaxed painting class.

We were the only ones in the class, and it was more of a “here are the materials, do what you want” kind of deal than anything else.