woensdag 24 april 2013

vrijdag 30 november 2012

Woods

I went into the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I wanted... to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner and reduce it to its lowest terms.
Henry David Thoreau -

vrijdag 7 september 2012

Courier

So I woke up in my old room, in my home town.
It always makes me smile to see everything. I wake up and for a moment its like I m ageless, I could have been any age waking up in that room. And my life in Amsterdam seems so far away.
Then I reach over to my night stand, grab any random sketchbook piled up over there and read the last pages. Those always have been the pages where I write down my thoughts. 
You know how when you were little everyone has a diary and that s cool. But when you reach a certain age , its just totally gay to have one. I secretly always kept one.
When I read the first sentence, I have an age again. I am there at the moment. Dude, it will be fine.

Some pictures of a 20 meter wall I did with my buddy Vacso Viscente
(oh yeah, I used the word buddy)