Tuk, the Nit Noi lady

Ay, yes, miss Tuk...hard to forget this lady who loved to pose for me during my latest stint in that all-time party place called Pattaya, though everything was Nit Noi - Little Bit - for Tuk...."me go make model for you litlle bit, than we make love little bit and after that we make eat food Mak Mak very much...
Yeah, this lady loved to eat, often getting up three or four times during the night to raid my fridge, leaving me at 06.00 h. early morning just to return 15 minutes later with chicken nuggets and two platic bags with warm soja milk....

Undeclared Money, black as coal

Holland, Amsterdam,
16-04-2010.

No more twenty Euro for a day's work at the animal farm for children where I do my volunteer's job as Magriet informed me last week, keep the shits from the social wellfare system here in Amsterdam happy, give them the idea I do something usefull for the local society, something to deserve the right to my Social dough...twenty Euro a day, black as coal - undeclared you know - and a 68 Euro bonus a month on top of the aforementioned social dough...

Not that I care a dog's shit, my situation as a person in charge was not really my THING anyway...skip a day and return to my old status as a traditional volunteer...more time at the Anne Frank House selling my games means less stress and more fun but probably with the same money saved up at the end of summer..sitting in the sun making and selling Mandala games, do my social duty telling these darned tourists the way, respond positively to their multitute op questions...where is the Flower Market, where is the Noordermarkt, where is the Anne Frank House - hey mon, you are standing in front of the fuckking place - another way of fullfilling the dream ideals of of an employee the Amsterdam social wellfare office for a semi-professional unemployed person like me...and make a small bundle in the process...

So back I am to my status as a traditional volunteer, back to one day a week and all the sunny days sitting outside Amsterdam's tourist hotspot Numero Uno, spotting the pick pockets for the neighborhood's finest and pondering about my fucked-up mind and crazy street life when not having customers or tourist questions to answer, distractions so wellcome to keep my Farang mind from going back to Pattaya, duties to fullfill that keep my crazy gray-colored brain mass from being invaded by the perils and harsh life style of Thailand's hardest working girls, these ladies of the night that shared my bed with me in the New Star Guest House for long and happy weeks, warm days and even warmer female Asian bodies to keep me from getting bored, good food at cheap prices and no constant begging for money from the Westerpark Brotherhood of Stupid Drunks - I somehow prefer the Knock-Knock-Knock of hungry Hot Mommas on my hotel room door to the annoying ringing of my house door bell by thirsty beer boozers from the park here in Amsterdam....

Yeah, well, the latter will be my lot I guess for the next nine or ten months or so...too bad indeed!!!

Hong Thong whiskey and Jonge Jenever

Acrylics on wood and based on my latest trip to King Bhumipol's Asian Realm

Lord Buddha with moustache

Lord Buddha with moustache,
Acrylics on wood and based on my latest stint in King Bhumipol's Asian realm.

Nang from Thailand

Nang from Thailand, one of the Hot Mommas I met during my latest trip to Thailand.

The final destination of a Hot Momma

Holland, Amsterdam,
13-04-2010.

Not even back a full week from my three months sojourn in the a dying king's realm, a king who is pining away while his followers are slashing it out in the streets of his beloved Bangkok, 21 dead and several hunderd wounded has resulted in an uneasy truce...or so it seems from my present location...

Off course I follow the going-ons minutely while I still have some sort of normalcy left in my Amsterdam life, no control over the events that always befall me in this ancient city where once old masters like Rembrant and Van Meer walked the cobble-stone streets and which nowadays has become my personal kingdom, cycling every day to the tourist hotspot numero uno, the Anne Frank House where my artwork is on display in some of the tourist shops around the Westerchurch, where I sell my funny little Mandala games in front of the notoriously long queue of Anne Frank devotees, people who have come from all over the world to see "my" city, who are willing to wait for hours outside the Anne Frank House - never mind the rain or maybe good sunshine, to get emotionally wrought-up by the sad story of that poor jewish girl who brought it all out to the world by keeping a diary...

To bad all these Hot Mommas who I hung out with mere days ago, are of poor decent, hardly any education when you are female and coming from a backward Isan village, have to sell your body in the Farang popular tourist resorts like Pattaya, Patong or maybe a quick detour to Shukumvit Road in Bangkok...

I am sure such a dairy would sell well though I ain't too sure wether or not people will line up in the Bangkok heat outside the GoGo bar where her body was on sale...maybe a short walk down Pattaya's boulevard where she spent the latter days of her Putaza carreer slowly pining away from a number of STD related infections, still sitting on a Farang's motorbike on the way to the all-time favorite shorttime hotel called the PS Guest House though, still having to make the dough to make ends meet despite her shitty physical condition...

Maybe a quick vist to the local Wat in Patong where our little heroine and numerous other Hot Mommas´ final destination played out in the form of a Thai creamation, no relatives or fat-bellied customers - the latter ones were probably getting themselves smashing drunk on cheap and ice-cold Chang in a local bar most likely unaware of a Female version of the ever popular `Baby, Light My Fire´ though a few old ladies of the night, former colleagues might attend the sorry affair...

Me...I wasn´t even aware of her crazy excistence...so sorry you poor creature of the night...dedicated to Miss Ohn

Hooded male

Acrylics on wood.