There will be a gathering of fellow artists today. Sunday the 19th of January that is. We are supposed to make works from rest materials. I am feeling anxious, these are professional artists who know how to focus on exactly what they need and want. I don’t think I will be able to concentrate with all those people around me. I will listen and write the words found down. After eating the rolls and the pies most of them went to assemblage like crazy in the not so big studio. It was difficult to stay in the race with the words said, but in the end I think it was a marvelous result. The central heating was blowing it’s warm air under the pieces of paper. One artist commented on the other artists work: I love you and your simplicity. In Dutch it sounded better. Today I kept on running and after that I didn’t kept pace with time. A long time ago I invented a solution for this: following my own time. Me and the dog walked a lot. I bought twentysix used tubes of oil paint 200 ml for thirty five euros. So that’s great. I tried not to think about Trump. Tonight my dearest friend red that the man is going to skip all the possible genders except man and woman. I am slightly worried about that, for me, I just look like nothing, so he will probably oversee me.
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