Last week, or two or three weeks ago, someone told me that she thought one of my stories was sad. So now I am going to tell you a very humoristic story. I like to dive into other people's lives, to learn how to do the things, the thinking, the talking.
In those ancient times, when I was managing a gallery, I met this artist. He was exploding with ideas. I liked them. These ideas are like flies, or mosquitos if you like them better. And the winner is… walking through the city and grabbing a book from a little library, go find a bench and read till you have enough ( or not ) , and continue walking and drop the book in the next little library ( or take it home) and grab another book. I want to adopt this idea but I am not sure I will be a thief. If I do.
Making things unruly.
It is easy, just walk into the studio and smear the paint on the panel or the linen, over and over again. And don’t stop till it is there.
Today I did a really good thing. I was walking the dog and my left eye saw a bicycle left unlocked, the keys were actually there. I rang the doorbell of the nearest door and after five minutes a barefooted woman opened the door and slapped her hand to the mouth. She had been so busy with her shoppings and all. Yes. You can do that.
The day before yesterday I finished a painting on a panel with black, blue and a marsblack square. I texted my sister that I would like to go to Rotterdam with her, having a nice day. I haven’t seen her for three years. Yes, I think so. I find it hard to talk to her boyfriend who is very right winged, his arguments are Trumpian. I always lose, I fall quiet. After that I made a film called ‘Dancing Trees’, a film about trees in the wind, and a film ‘Volgende Station, ja’. The last mentioned is nice because you can hear someone saying ‘ja’ several times while driving in the subway. I am not sure anyone will notice this, but that’s ok. I would like to be one with a piece of art every moment of the day. Maybe that is not very professional, living a life like that, like a giant Bumblebee hovering under the cherry tree never stops being its very own Bumblebee. Yes. Exploding.
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