Upcoming Gathering: Thursday, February 2nd

Our next gathering is

Thursday, February 2nd, 7-9PM!

Location | RSVP

Merry Christmas from The Living Room!

“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more?”

~Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

Wishing you a Holiday Season filled with ribbons, packages, boxes, bags, and a little bit more.

Cheers,

Audrey & The Living Room Team

info@thelivingroom-zurich.com

Hark Designs - Hilarie Burke

Hilarie Burke is a handbag designer here in Switzerland. Click here for more information on upcoming shows, or visit: www.harkdesigns.com.

"One Star Hotel" Christmas Musical - Robert Young

Click here to download the recorded songs from "One Star Hotel" Christmas musical.
Click here to hear a story of how the musical was written.

Butternut Squash Soup ~ Thursday, Nov. 3rd @ 7pm at The Living Room Gathering

Homemade Butternut Squash Soup on a fall evening, sharing art and discussion about creativity...what could be better?

The Living Room is this Thursday, Nov. 3rd @ 7PM. We'll have a poetry reading from the talented Lydia Meier, plus, as always, more art and discussion. Feel free to bring a piece of your own art to share, or just come for the yummy butternut squash soup.

Location: Hadlaubstrasse 103, Zurich (map). We hope to see you there!

Please RSVP to let us know you're coming!

Two Rocks - Yvonne Rüegg

To see more of Yvonne's work, visit www.yrueegg.com.

The Search - Lydia Meier

Home is in the heart, where it starts no one knows.
It doesn't roam with the wind or change with the name that you claim.

It may not be the raising place or the
familiar face greeting you day to day.

Independence or dependence does not hold it's reflection.
Cosy cottage on a sea of glass tranquility.

You're eighteen and free to search and roam
through fits of endless restlessness.

Choices, choices- the car, the plane, the train taking you away.
Still no peace, right or wrong, still no release.

Try a change, seize the day,
Still the chains tie you to the earth.

Joyous pain, hope and hurt again. Run away, run away.
Yet, where it ends is plain, the way clearly marked.

With all the the heart survives
It still never comes home until it dies.