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The bird and the church

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The bird and the church, for me they seem like opposites from eachother. The bird representing freedom and the church representing strict rules and oppression.

But I am also atracted to churches, especially the old ones. Their many beautiful details, so carefully designed and crafted speak to me a lot. Like this churchdoor, that belongs to the Saint Pieterschurch in Leyden. I love the color of the door, the window above it and the posts around the door.

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god of the sea

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The god of the sea was in a bad mood, so he started killing some fishes. That made him feel a lot better. That is probably the story of tyrants in general…

I am reading Stephen Fry’s ‘Mythos’ right now. It is a real joy and I learn a lot about all the violent gods of the Greek. And then this morning this little story came up in my artjournal. Not surprising that gods and other inhabitants of the Greek mythology will visit my art the coming days. I am looking forward to it.

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happy grey!

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Two days ago I had my birthday. I am now 60 years old and I’ve never felt more free. I’m happy to wake up in the morning and to discover that I’m still there. I don’t care so much about what other people want or think of me. I know that a lot of things are not worth bothering, especially when there is nothing you can do about it. I know who I want to be with and what I want to do in my life. Can it ever be better than this? I’m now truely ‘HAPPY GREY’.

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the girl I used to be

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A couple of days ago I was making this girl out of pieces of paper, glue and other stuff. Suddenly I realized that she looked a bit like me when I was around thirteen years old. I had a yellow T-shirt with a big red apple on it. I loved the t-shirt a lot and wore it almost everyday for one long summer. I washed it each night to be able to put it on again the next morning.

The skirt? I never wore one. I was always wearing jeans to be able to run around. The boots? Well, I think I would have loved to have them, but I did not.

On my wrist you see a watch that I had turned to the inside of my arm. In that time in my group it meant that I was in love. I don’t remember the name of the happy boy, but it was an older guy working on his motorbike that summer. Wearing the apple t-shirt was certainly an attempt to be noticed by him. I have no idea if it worked…