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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
Goodnight.

LoveMeXXXX

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 .

LoveMeXXXX

just a small reminder .

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Through the window you can see my 3 men running on the beach with the little dog following,,
A big black and white photo made on the island one of my favourites .
One of my works including some paintings which are decorating the walls of their new office.

Ibiza Interiors
http://ibizainteriors.com/item/a-green-interior-design/

I love their style , what they stand for and how they move on the island and of course over the world ,but this Island is always an extra challenge to keep your focus.

Very refreshing!,. obviously I am super happy my work is in their place a very good match!

It opens very soon , keep you posted , come and see.
For now click on to see a few pics of what they do or go to their website as mentioned above !

LoveMeXXXX

2 in one

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought.She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved.She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile even if she was sad.No she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks .She was beautiful , deep down to her soul . @lololorenart ⭕️LoveMeXXX