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The mad scribblings of a chaotic mind
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Busking in the Amsterdam canals
Art by Peter Klashorst
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- Tres Animales, the silverback
- Tres Animales, Indian Gaur
- Tres Animales, the walrus
- Typical Amsterdam pisshouse for males
- Rene De France
- My latest couchsurfer Lydia from London
- Three Thai models, the Hot Momma on the boulevard
- Three Thai models, the laundry lady
- Three Thai models, the reception lady
- The queue of the Albert Heyn supermarket.
- Young José, the Peeping Tom From Barcelona
- Thomas Voekler on the way to Lordes and fame and g...
- A Hindustan lady at the Albert Heyn supermarket
- A woman to relax
- Done with the Dead Wino, part two
- A photo from a customer
- Two Thai monks from my mind
- Two Chinese ladies at Cafe De Wildeman
- RIP, Tijgertje, my feline friend
- Mister No Name
- Another friendly Thai monk at the Anne Frank House
- A rat in the kitchen, or maybe an alcoholic on my ...
- Lola from Tilburg
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About Me
- heraclio
- Amsterdam, The Netherlands
- getting older and older in my beloved Amsterdam, a city so much different from when I was yound and moved here from the deep south of Holland, a city I hardly recognise anymore, the new generation of people giving it its own twist, daily walks fulled with wonder about how life and my perceptions of it have changed, influenced by experiences, trails and jubilations, the bounty of any life...my sketchbooks still a prime aspect of my life, leaking pens and colored markers staining my belongings, the way life has stained my character and look on life...adios and goodbye to an adventurous backpack excistence and hello to a more luxurous way of holiday making...getting older I can say with fake pride, looking back on it all, I did it with my own creations, my handmade jewelery, my drawings and sketches, my paintings, all of it sold in te street, obscure bars in third world countries, while waiting for a flight at some international airport, always waiting for an opportunity presenting itself, another sale, the money less important than the sale itself...I am getting older, more philosofical but also more tranquil, getting older is not at all that bad as long as the health stays sane ..
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