I like to read. When I start reading a book I find it difficult to put it aside, when I do not like it. Today I smiled while driving my bike through traffic. I am a careful and elegant cyclist, I give way to others. Three cyclists smiled back. One of the several immediate thoughts was: how can I make a work of or about smiling to one another. In a sincere way needless to say. The smile, or the work of art, I am not sure. In my teenage years, I happen to notice that members of my family also smiled to one another because they were judging the third family-member in a negative way. Not such a nice smile, I didn’t like my family but I was the only one.
The temperature is escalating and the flies in my studio are drinking my tea. I pour the tea in the pot of the tomato plant. An instant funeral. The fly has disappeared.
I found the word fodder ( futter ) and I like it extremely. Today, and yesterday and all my days, I made an abstract painting. On this tiny one I added a tiny green square. I should not have done that. But I did. And I left it right there.
In our little street library someone left a giant book: Sanctuary, Britain’s Artists and their Studios, Thames & Hudson. Its weight is more than five kilo’s. Leaving through the pages and studio’s I met my long time ago hero Sean Scully again. ( I first saw his work in London, when I was a student ). He still is, one of my heroes, even when he appeared to be quite arrogant, answering reluctantly during an interview. Maybe he is too famous. Or maybe he should read a book instead.
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