Amazing little Island in the middle of this immense oceanic big huge world ..
When I fly away I look back at this little island and hundreds of thoughts cross my mind.
This island has so much but also so little at the same time.
The question always arises why do I still live here , what is it that I always fly back to my “home”.
This looks like heaven but I do worry about the waste mountain which they are ‘trying’ to eliminate for the last decade , that us Ibiza people have no idea about separating garbage, we try but the feeling predominates that it will end up on the same mountain anyway, so we maintain the ‘why bother mentality’.
The sewerage system which is a million years old and keeps on breaking here and there . The millions of people coming to the island and half of them is clueless, the amount of new chirinquitos and lists you have to be on, to get to the next amazing super not to be missed party ..so on and on, around we go .
It is so good to get away and touch base with a different reality, smell the cities,
Feel the energy ,see the stress on peoples faces when they work their way in the plunging rain squeezed under an umbrella.
To see gorgeous men in suits god how I miss them on this Island. Women with goodlooking pencil skirts looking smart and sexy.
I love the colors of the leaves especially in New York and Connecticut, the scent of the mimosa in Italy , the fresh croissants in Paris , cold snow flakes falling on your face when you look up, the noise and even the smell what comes out of the metro grids on the streets of Paris .
Annie Lennox uses that famous sound of the metro in “This City never sleeps” precisely that feeling ..
The sensation of the stress which makes your head spin, the absolute insanity of “must” do’s ,the overrated social groups politics, the hundreds of new restaurants I have to queue up for, the appointments you have to plan weeks and weeks ahead …and yes when I did it all, sensed it all again, till my island glow starts to slowly fade into grey, it is time to return to my Island which is waiting as a good old friend to turn to and have a good glass of wine with and relax..
goodnight wherever you are
Barcelona Traffic jam in the colours of the country ,
I love this city, fast and so extremely slow, or slow but still fast something like that but relaxed and sweet .
Once someone said to me “Dutch people always push on the spot where it hurts the most” ..
Luckily there are still some sweet people who support me by posting my art on Instagram for example.
That is thoughtful, that is a very welcome support , and strangely or sadly enough that is rare these days.
Instagram and twitter (and rest.) are made for boosting each other with a simpel hashtag or mentioning of the name .
Why don’t we do that more often ? By doing so You make somebody else happy and he will return with a smile to you! ..easy satisfaction.
I always love this example of how to see things ,.:
“One day, a professor entered his classroom and asked his students to prepare for a surprise test. They all waited anxiously at their desks for the exam to begin.
The professor handed out the exams with the text facing down, as usual. Once he handed them all out, he asked the students to turn over the papers.
To everyone’s surprise, there were no questions–just a black dot in the centre of the paper.
The professor, seeing the expression on everyone’s faces, told them the following:
“I want you to write about what you see there.” The students, confused, got started on the inexplicable task.
At the end of the class, the professor took all the exams, and started reading each one of them out loud in front of all the students.
All of them, with no exception, defined the black dot, trying to explain its position in the centre of the sheet.
After all had been read, the classroom silent, the professor started to explain:
“I’m not going to grade you on this, I just wanted to give you something to think about.
No one wrote about the white part of the paper. Everyone focused on the black dot – and the same thing happens in our lives. However, we insist on focusing only on the black dot – the health issues that bother us, the lack of money, the complicated relationship with a family member, the disappointment with a friend.
The dark spots are very small when compared to everything we have in our lives, but they are the ones that pollute our minds. Take your eyes away from the black dots in your lives. Enjoy each one of your blessings, each moment that life gives you.
Be happy,focus on the good, support each other and live a life filled with love!”
The benefit to be an artist is beautiful, you can do whatever you want and say because you are an artist.
Art is art , either you like it or not but don’t judge if this is ‘done’ or not, it is art, always , because it is.
God my life is good, almost perfect!
I can put pictures of myself to show off to be the coolest of the crowd and say, hey it is art ! I sell them, they are to be seen in Art Fairs and galleries.
Yay how cool am I !
Ha yeah right…and then you come to this party, full of my old dutch crowd. (Note: it has been 12 years that I am gone)
Ding dong ..like Eminem:
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s chokin’, how, everybody’s jokin’ now
The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked….
Hey Lolo how are you?
Oh my oh my, my brains go from left to right up and down, who is she? I completely put her in the wrong setting because of her appearance , she looks different.
My brains make a little jump to how the sun makes the difference in our south european lives , the joy, the warmth , the sensual heat gives the people this special glow.
So I say, oh help me ( this all with those mirror sunglasses on, how can you expect me to recognise you if I see myself in your mirror glasses, who are you, I know who I am !?)
She takes the glasses of tells her name and we are set for the next minutes.
In my right ear I hear ‘Oooh it is you Lolo, I finally see you in reality’, ‘how amazing’ , she gives the mirror glasses girl a poke and giggles ‘she puts selfies on Facebook’.
I smirk , put a beautiful smile on my face and keep the silence going, the mirror glasses doesn’t know where she finds herself in and says, ‘oh how nice so you put selfies on Facebook ‘, I don’t have Facebook’.
..obviously,. otherwise you would have known that my job is to make you happy on Facebook with my selfies..or at least I think that is the thought of the other. I am confused..selfies?
Saved by the bell by a very enthusiastic other sunglasses , L o l o ( what is with the name !? ,.why always want to spell my name as if I don’t know my own name, I hate it, do you learn that in therapy !?) Your sunglasses hurt my cheeks whilst you kiss me hello, she is screaming with her party voice ‘I understand you live her already so long, it is one big party’, ‘we partied till 6 o’clock in the morning so cool here’ and so I reply humble ‘ ‘yes one big party my dear sunglasses’.
I need a beer , maybe I should make a selfie .
The same old conversations start again ,roots, schools good enough on an island, boardingschools.. oh noo, your kids are where ? why there? Madrid what is in Madrid? , Barcelona ..cant follow , when do you come back?, I try to reason her and answer ‘I will not come back, that face of her when she answers’ huh never??’..Jeeez noo ! As if I am here in a temporal therapy or a rehab clinic to soon return to “normal” civilisation , one big party follower, a selfie junkie!..
I live here.
I am tired and sit on a perfect bed next to the pool, you are there drinking at the bar, dancing balancing on your too high heels, hands in the sky as if there is no tomorrow.
I find myself looking at the life I left, I wonder why I always find myself in the situation that I feel the need to defend what I do , artist or not I should not have to. Maybe still too polite. I am aware of the stories they take home so I put on my best smile and my best story, why do I feel misunderstood.
I come back on the story I have written before you are here for a party and your holiday ,I am here to live and to stay.
Why do we judge so easily , and why do you judge so loud, Eminem asks as well.
I sit and watch the crowd go completely drunk, you probably take a taxi, I want to drive home.
The moment arrives that the booze is talking louder than your own judgement and all of you jump in the pool with your perfect Ibiza style dresses, Mobiles still in your hands , I smirk again..make a selfie now and we compare on Facebook.
See you at ArtBasel
Through the eyes of this girl, the world is beautiful.
That is an accomplishment, a gift , a smile on my face.
I like that , my love.
The existence , the physical universe is basically playful.
There is no necessity for it whatsoever , it isn’t going anywhere .
It doesn’t have a destination that it ought to arrive at .
But it is best understood by analogy with music,
because music as an art form, is essentially playful.
We say you play the piano, you don’t ‘work ‘ the piano.
Why? Music differs from, say, travel,
when you travel you are trying to get somewhere.
In music , though, one doesn’t make the end of the composition,
if so, the best conductors would be those who played fastest.
And there would be composers who only wrote finales
people would go to a concert just to hear one crackling chord
because that is the end.
Same way with dancing , You don’t aim at a particular spot in the room
because that is where you will arrive.
The whole point of dancing is the dance!
But we don’t see that as something brought by our education
into our every day conduct.
We have a system of schooling which gives a completely different impression.
It is all graded and what we do is put the child into the corridor
of this grade system with a kind of come on get it !
And you go to kindergarten and that is a great thing because,
when you finish that you get into first grade.
And the come on first grade leads to second grade and so on.
And then you get out of grade school you got high school.
And it is revving up, the thing is coming, then you are going to go to College.
And then graduate school , and when you are through with graduate school,
you go out to join the world.
Then you get into some racket where you are selling insurance,
and they have got that quota to make , and you are gonna make that.
And all the time that “thing” is coming .
It is coming , it is coming . that great “thing”
The success you are working for.
Then when you wake up one day about 40 years old and you say:
My god , I have arrived , I am there. Here it is.
And you don’t feel very different from what you have always felt.
Look at the people who live to retire, to put those savings away.
And then when they are 65 they don’t have any energy left.
Because we simply cheated ourselves the whole way down the line.
We thought of life by analogy with a journey ,with a pilgrimage,
Which had a serious purpose at the end,
and the thing was to get to that end !
Success, or whatever it is, or maybe heaven after you are dead.
But we missed the point the whole way along…
It was a musical thing , and you were supposed to sing, or to dance.
While the music was being played….
-If it does the trick in small sizes big will turn some heads- .
I am in love with this new line of drawings not only because it comes in every size so available for every budget but it gives me a big smile on my face to make them and see them transform with the ‘tools’ I use to make them unique.
Someone wrote me they are sensuous, provocative and very good.
I love that compliment, thank you for that if you read this .
Because in the end of the day Art has to have some uniqueness, if not people do not feel special enough to buy it .
In that case I like to keep the edition as low as possible.
See for more above in Photos&drawings first go tho Gallery .
just a small reminder .