Die heilige Grotte / The holy cave by Brigitte Fitschen


© Brigitte Fitschen 
The Author owns the copyright to his work


During the first two weeks of the Lockdown I was inspired to produce these intuitive abstract paintings.

One of these paintings inspired me to write a fairy tale.


Biography:



3rd May

Brigitte Fitschen


A biographical outline

I was born in Germany in 1953.  I studied English studies, Romans letters and Education to become a secondary school teacher. My mother originating from France allowed me to have a Franco-allemande family background while I was born and educated in Germany.
My passion for Art was present my whole life. If my father had not denied me
to become an artist, I would have studied art after I had succeeded my A levels at the age of 19 years.
The passion and love for painting, sculpturing and writing from 16 years onwards remained inspiring me my whole life.
My love for writing reappeared 20 years ago when in the Advanced course of
Landmark worldwide educational courses I invented myself as a fiction writer who desired to produce a novel and to open a gallery with other artists.
During 40 years of being passionate and active about painting and sculpturing in my leisure time, I produced more than 125 paintings and other pieces of artistic work which I created in several professional art courses where I enrichened my skills and capacities. My commitment however to writing was not expressed that much till I got in contact inspired by my daughter to join the 'Writer’s Empowerment Club' in London on the net. From there the idea to publish a book about the lives of refugees got invented.
Last year I took part in this writing project about refugees. I have published with 8 co-writer’s stories about refugees to bring the struggle and pains of foreigners to our western population and enable them to feel more empathy and compassion with refugees.
While I am busy finishing my first romantic novel, I take part as well in this project about the corona Crisis 19 and to paint out how it affects our lives.
I am the proud mother of 3 grown up children and I have been married twice. Once to a Dutch man who is the father of my 3 children and later to a Nigerian man who came to Europe himself as a refugee.
I divorced both men and kept my mother with me for 8 years to take care of her. She died in 2019 at my place in the Netherlands.
Since my mothers’ transition and me being retired I continue developing creative capacities in painting and writing.

You can follow me on Instagram: @gitti_art 
I am reachable under: brigitte.fitschen@hotmail.com
My Facebook account: Brigitte Fitschen 

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