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About me

"The courage to create is a gift from God - it is art"

... my father wrote in my poetry album when I was 12.

“If you don't design, you get sick,” I pass on to my students and am surprised by their spontaneous joy and energy when painting and experimenting with all kinds of materials.

"Because you paint so beautifully, you also have so many ideas"

Ada (7 years)

Yes, that's right, I like to use creative leeway wherever it arises. In my professional life (art teacher) and in my own art, I am not particularly brave, but rather stubborn and equipped with a will to assert myself and a "creative urge".

I sketch, draw and paint like a kind of diary. Diary "of the good life" - as it was given to me! I would like to improve the world, but I pinch and use my possibilities to please and stimulate with my pictures.

“As a tango dancer and painter, Christine Bülow draws and paints on“ tango lines ”, dance scenes, figurative and abstract pictures in her Berlin studio.

After studying art, she taught art at various types of schools, including youth art schools and vocational institutions, and worked on projects to integrate art into vocational training at the Federal Institute for Vocational Education and Training. At the same time, she advanced her own artistic work and arranged a number of exhibitions.

C.B. is inspired by nature and landscapes, music and movements are also subjects that challenge them. "Discovering seeing" while traveling or in your surroundings are the basis for her pictures: Perspectives and colors are swapped, objects are given different functions or are depicted in an abstract way and alienated, small things are enlarged and combined differently and above all it becomes "playful" and easier Hand dotted and painted. "

From: Tango Global, Volume 3, Ralf Sartori (Ed), July 2017, Allitera Verlag

Exhibition opening on Friday, May 24, 2013, 5 p.m., in the producer's gallery Bruno Taut

Speech for Christine Bülow

I want to sing the song of a bird that sings like that because that's what it's called: Von Vogel Bülow. A somewhat shrill, conspicuous bird - if you get to see it. Does anyone see him here?

Often elsewhere than you might think, sometimes here, sometimes there. His movements are erratic. You might think his behavior was chaotic, but it is. Let me say as an ornithologist who has been watching him for a long time. If you do see the bird by chance, you will be surprised by the diversity of the colored plumage, which the bird - not always tastefully - but neatly knows how to adapt to the respective situations: sometimes like a painter's smock, sometimes like a dance dress with red shoes with which he causes surprise and attracts attention. He then moves, as it were, prancing, spinning, rocking, other strange birds come in and the previously not transparent behavior merges into a harmonious whole, although the sequence of steps and the music on which they are based must remain foreign to us outsiders. Strange to look at.

Other behaviors of the bird Bülow seem strange and contradicting us, which we want to call Christine, since despite its distance it gradually comes closer and becomes more trusting.

So Christine built her nest - not as would have been expected - individually, unreachable in the vastness of nature, but with many other weird, colorful birds around here, which is why you can also go from

"Parrot settlement" speaks. All nests are after

erected in the same pattern, close and close together. Nobody has enough space, the rooms are stacked instead of next to each other.

In order to attract the females and encourage them to breed against their nature, the males have painted the nests in bright colors. This strange visual warmth behavior of birds is called tautology.

Through many years of patient observation, I have succeeded in earning the trust of our Christine and in learning something about her life in and on the nest. Once the visitor has overcome the first claustrophobic shock and has worked his way up to the kitchen and living room, he is supplied with previously diligently collected organic-vegetarian food that has been turned into delicious salads and other dishes. So saturated you climb higher into the sanctum of holies. Here comes the second shock: the "Atelier". A chaos of colors, papers, pictures, pens, chalks, brushes on tables, on the walls, on the floor, drawings, drafts, discarded things.

And there it gradually becomes clearer how Christine Vogel Bülow works: not from the end, not from the finished picture that she has in front of her eyes, but from the beginning,

from chaos, from total formlessness. She tries out the material, the means, records, sorts, checks, discards, compares, paints, paints, paints, draws, draws, a thrust, an intoxication. It is always on the move, bounces, flies here, there. She sees, quickly grasps - a few lines, strokes across paper. They give the surface a fleeting structure (a fence? Houses?

Fields?). They allow the easily thrown paint

Ground and support: rape fields emerge, trees (are they birches?), Cloud blue. It lingers a few moments, it does not linger long. She loves the ease and freedom of flight, the coincidence that gives rise to form. We can experience the process: We feel the happiness of being able to express the movements aesthetically. We see: the chaos dissolves, arranges itself into order, clears itself into clarity, becomes image and yet always contains their searching, doubts and their hope for harmony in the world.

Just as she knows how to bind everyday life, her job, the restlessness and stress in the structure of moving order in dance, how she conjures up salads from green leaves, how she turns lines, strokes and color into landscape spaces, that is what makes her special her world her art, her tango on the wall.

And the bird Bülow, who is not called Christine, really exists: the oriole, Latin oriolus oriolus, French loriot.

Jürgen Rissmann

Christine Bülow paints, waters, strokes, draws - shifts, reduces and enlarges, everything with a light hand. In the beautiful case there is movement in formed color. A fine-spun blossom pushes itself over the edge of the picture. The petals curl in a narrow space, crossed by an ink-like black. Violet & green float towards each other as a dance couple, but keep their terrain, next to a blossom of a flower in a recess. A hornet in bloom looms over brown-ocher cinnabar that sits enthroned on a green-tinged cloud-gray.

Dagmar Plugge

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