Rivulets gurgle
beneath pockmarked meadows,
crisscrossing heartland –

vole-scarred, still ice-encrusted –
upheaval one breath away –


Although the same can’t be said for spring, my new studio in Gosbach is now ready to welcome me and whatever guests care to visit. It still feels very unfamiliar. And cold: the radiators respond only slowly. I spend ages hunting for a pocket rule, a pencil, a roll of masking tape. And where did I store that delicious stack of handmade paper I ordered from Gerard Paperworks in January? I have not yet truly taken possession of my new quarters. I visualize the paintings I’ll make. But I have not yet had the space of an undisturbed day in which to let something new unfold, take shape.

Since my last blog entry, it is still not spring yet. Chaos reigns. Take today: It snows. It rains. The sun comes out. A fool wind haunts the bare limbs of trees. And in the wink of an eye, a curtain of hail obscures the far fields, lying morosely rain-sodden, expectant, beneath the changeable sky. Or maybe it is I who am morose, rain-sodden, expectant. I find myself in a process of reinvention, shedding an identity that no longer jives with my needs. New tasks, new chores, new jobs necessitate reorganization, reorientation. I don’t quite know who I am yet, who I am going to be, what identity will be revealed when I shed the old skin entirely. Besides, I don’t know what to wear.

Change is relentless, abiding, stressful.

The other day, I stole an hour for a walk along the Swabian Alb escarpment near my home, with no other thought than to clear my head and pay my respects to March’s annual highlight: leucojum vernum. Although I slipped on wet stones and landed hard on my rear end in the mud, my tenacity was rewarded. The spring snowflakes surged down the hillsides in profusion, at their peak, their enchanting little bells glowing in pristine plumpness, dripping with rain. The village church chimed in, counting the eleventh hour. A gentle reminder of quotidian demands, and of how I have unlearned to wait. The day blooms, the season unfolds.

In that very moment, all I had to do was listen and look, drinking in March’s cup of purest joy.


Transition – Metamorphosis

Winter still prevails. A fleeting snow dusts the fields, muting color. Yet tiny green spears pierce the crusty ground. The first snowdrop in the garden portends Gijrradálvvie, what the Sami people of Europe’s far north call the season of awakening. Americans in the Northeast refer to it as mud season. An intense, if short, and particularly messy period of transition, metamorphosing into spring.

This perfectly describes my life over the past few months. Abruptly, unexpectedly, my landlord terminated the lease on my beautiful mill studio in Wiesensteig on the Fils, after just four years. A month later I’d found a new studio, only 3 kilometers downstream, in a pretty village called Gosbach. Over the last weeks I’ve been intensely busy renovating the new place and preparing the move. The new studio is half the size of the old one, so I’m confronted with the painful necessity of downsizing. A messy business, as it means culling, killing a few darlings.

At the same time, something new wants to grow. Thus, half of me is in destruction mode; the other half, in reinvention mode. Half of me is grieving, the other half busily envisioning what’s to come. Packing up hundreds of framed works, throwing away what literally and metaphorically no longer “fits,” cleaning up every last trace of my presence versus the physical labor involved in renovating, repainting, reinstalling, and reimagining the new studio.

By March 1, I hope the metamorphosis will be complete. I look forward to welcoming you into my new Atelier + Galerie Glang, Unterdorfstraße 19, 73342 Bad Ditzenbach-Gosbach.

Website Manager: Leo Ebert-Glang

Programmer: Benjamin Rindt


Dálvvie – Winter, the season of caring

I am delighted to announce a long-held plan come true: the new edition of my website! New look, new contents, user-friendly (self-) maintenance – all this will motivate me, I hope, to regularly update. In any case, I have the best intentions.

A grateful thank you to Leo Ebert-Glang and Benjamin Rindt, who took on the design and programming. I hope these two will continue to support me for a while, until I’m able to maintain the website by myself.

Some years ago, I stumbled upon the Sami people’s division of the year into eight seasons. The vast majority of this indigenous population in northern Scandinavia earn their living raising raindeer. To me, the names of the seasons sound very poetic, clearly reflecting their deep connection with nature. Raindeer are only half-domesticated, following the migratory trails of their wild ancestors across impassable territory of forests and mountains. Early winter, for example, is called the season of migration, Tjakttjadálvvie. It is the season in which the raindeer begin their migrations in search of new feeding grounds. Dálvvie, deep winter, describes the period in which nature is dormant beneath a deep, protective snow cover. Late winter, Gijrradálvvie, between late February and late April, is the season of awakening.

Thus I imagine the upcoming winter months as a time of nurture. Nature shuts down, slumbering, renewing itself – to finally reawaken in spring, bursting with vitality and brimful of sap. Inspired by the eight Sami seasons, I plan to publish this blog eight times a year. What to expect? Stay tuned!




Fiktionale Monologe der Paula Modersohn-Becker

2017 Klöpfer & Meyer Verlag, Tübingen (Lyrik)

Offset print, hardcover, 96 pp. 18 €

ISBN 978-3-86351-459-4

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2017 Palimpsisters Press (bilingual art catalogue), Geislingen/Steige

Digital print, softcover, 15 €

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2015 Palimpsisters Press (bilingual art catalogue and poems), Geislingen/Steige

Digital print, hardcover, 25 €

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Nocturnes in a Minor Key

2015 Palimpsisters Press (English poems), Geislingen/Steige

Digital print, hardcover, 20 €

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Kasen Renku in 5 languages (poems)

2014 Joyce Brinkman, Carolyn Kreiter-Foronda, Flor Aguilera, Catherine Aubelle, Gabriele Glang, Leapfrog Press, Fredonia, NY

Softcover, 12 €

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2013 Trilingual art catalogue with Catherine Aubelle (paintings and poems)

self-published, Geislingen/Steige

Offset print, hardcover, 40 €

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2000 SCOP Publications, Maryland (anthology, edited by Carolyn Kreiter-Foronda, Alice Marie Tarnowski) (To order:


1990 SCOP Publications, Maryland (English poetry)

(out of print)


1989 SCOP Publications, Maryland (anthology, edited by Gabriele Glang

(out of print)

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