Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Three sisters from Hong Kong


Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Rain again in Mokum

A rainy day again here in good old Mokum, so time aplenty to work on some old chaotic artwork that has been lying around for waht seems like ages, carefully stepping around it at night when I need to see the john...time aplenty freak around with my paint again and finished of old work.

Monday, July 29, 2013

Young Noëlle and her brother Sashi

Young Noëlle and her brother, Sashi, from Alabama in the good old US of A who were so friendly to keep an eye on my little street business here in Amsterdam at the world famous Anne Frank House while I was away on a sanitary break

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Not finished yet

A day of rain which means finally time again to freak around with my jars of acrylic paints, my brushes, old wiand crumbled with age, stained in colrfull hues by dried paint but once again familair feeling rushing up my arms when touching them, inspiration coming easily.

The butterfly trap

I try to live my life in the present moment, wisely and earnestly, though my mind is mostly far away in time and future, seven week and counting before my next departure to that mysterious, twelve hours of flying included...

Trying hard not to fall for the butterfly trap, heading head over heels into the willing arms of yet another lady of the Thai nightlife...Asian beauties who claim to speak of righteous ways and words of love and lust...

Seven weeks and counting but hearing miss Andoo femenine voice on my cell every day around five afternoon while making such an efford to sell my Indian Games...

Yeah, seven week and counting, counting down that is, but I won't fall for the butterfly trap...or so I hope

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Pages from my sketchbook.

Just some quick sketching on a piece of carton found in the street today...recycling garbage again I guess

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

On the way to Golgotha

On the way to Golgotha or mabye another Brittish stag party passing me here outside the world famous Achterhuis

Rob The Toilet Man and three young fans

I am quite used in these sunny summer days to vsits of, let say, all ways of life, maybe Rob The Toilet Man whose eyes betray to me the mere fact that he is on speed - the drug of choise of Herman Brood, the Dutch singer, entertainer and artist but also best well-known junkie of Holland and long since deceased - big huge dark shiners and a bodily smell radiating all the way into the most famous house of the Amsterdam Prinsengracht, probably four or five days of crapping his dirty blue jeans pants, all over the place mentally but still trying hard to making his case, basically wanting another five not-so-doomed-Euros-these-days for cheap beer from the nearby Albert Heyn supermarket, never mind the stuff is undrinkable in its lukewarm state...at least is is cheap and contains alcohol...

I give him his cherished five Euro, even when it is just to be rid of him...would rather have these young international young fans to keep me company here in front of the exit of the world famous Achterhuis while making and selling Indian Games by the sackfull.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Recycling garbage

Of course I forgot my sketchbook again to day when I left the house for my Plekkie at the world famous Anne Frank House, probably the best place for a nutcase streetseller like me but lets keep that a secret for those who sell their fake artwork at Leidseplein and Rebrantplein, lets keep my Plekkie nice and sociable with all the neighborhood pleased with my presence bringing mer the occasional coffee or Cafe Latte, my friends often coming over for a chat...but still no sketchbook today, so instead I used a piece of cardboard found in the street and recycled it into putting down my words and pictures that dwell inside the grey mass of my Dutch skull.

Monday, July 15, 2013

Young Mai-Mai from Thailand, Petchabun

Young Mai-Mai and her mother from Thailand, Petchabun, the sweet little girl was totallky obsessed with my little street businesss outside the Anne Frank House exit today here in good old Mokum.

Friday, July 12, 2013

Outside Jack's coffee shop.


Time to go home, cold beer and Vino Tinto

The Anne Frank House queue is still out there in full force but this being 20.00 h. evening I guess going home is a good option, a cold beer and a glass of Vino Tinto before turning in seems like too much temptation after a whole day of making and selling Indian Games.

Carla from Brazil

Me and my latest copuchsurfer Carla from Brazil in the infamous Red Lighjt District in my beloved Amsterdam.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Amsterdam city drawings




Seven telephone calls

Seven calls today from my Thai love Miss Andoo...an absolute record so far...she must love me!!!

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Hard at work...


 Hard at work in my house in Mokum, as we the locals call good old Amsterdam, producing more and more Amsterdam city drawings for my one-man street  business at the Numero Uno Tourist Hotspot The Anne Frank House at Westermarkt, check me out any sunny day in spring and summer outside the exit between 09.00 h. and 17.30 h....always welcome for a chat and maybe, just maybe I will manage to talk you into buying something. So keep your hand on your pocket, make sure I don't part of you of some of your hard earned dough.