My mental solitary monk's prayer cell

Holland, Amsterdam,
10-10-2010.

My paint is once again flying around wildly in my house, naked women in provocative poses coming out of my Farang hands, bringing me back to my room in Pattaya, or maybe back to to that crazy Casa de Putazas in Kowloon, Hong Kong all these years ago...these places far away from my native Holland, several thousands of kilometers from my beloved Amsterdam...

I go into a frenzy with colorfull art bringing my f*cked-up Gringo head to higher levels of excistence...I feel like adding cacti and Chinese reeds, magic signs and Thai newspaper script...back to my solitary life, feeling like I am locked up inside a monk's prayer cell with nothing in my gray brain cells but the art I am working on, my God being the paint, canvas and pensils lying at random all around me...

I am indeed well inspired having yet again another young Asian lady in my house who has found the way to the couch in my living-room by means of http://www.couchsurfing.org/...

I have to really keep up hosting these beauties from the world over, taking them on comprehensible cycle tours around the historic heart of the city, a free meal at the Kam Yin in the Warmoesstraat, charming company, the feeling of being young again, my neighbors and friends wondering where the hell does he get all these good looking babes from....but most importantly getting all this great motivation, this Numero Uno inspiration to return to my mental solitary monk's prayer cell and have paint flying all over the place, staining my carpet and my old blue jeans, bringing me back to the Hot Momma rich room in my New Star guest house in King Bhumipol's Asian Realm...

Holland, Amsterdam,

Sven frân Sverige, a young backpacker

Holland, Amsterdam,
07 0ct. 2010.

This is Sven from Sweden, a young backpacker who I met at the Anne Frank House today while selling my Mandala games, not that he bought any games but was surely interested in my little one-man Mandala business, believing it to be a good way to travel around the world and support your hotel and food expenses, have enough money left over to take public transport to your next destination instead of having to do auto-stop as he had done from Malmö, Sweden which took him five days...

He told me he had decided to make a world tour that, as far as he was concerned might as well takes his whole life, no interest whatsoever to return to his native Sweden but instead try to make it all the way to Japan and beyond...having no Pengar - money in Swedish - though was quite the problem, little knowledge of the Queen`s English even worse since it stops him effectively from getting jobs abroad...

No wonder he was so interested in my games...but then even selling Mandala games on non-Swedish speaking foreign soil takes a certain degree of English at least....

Thai female faces from the dream world (part six)

Holland, Amsterdam,
04 Oct. 2010.

Funny indeed but ever since I started with this project "Thai Female Faces From The Dream World", these Thai faces belonging to my countless encounters with the Thai Sisterhood of Hot Mommas, have come to an abrupt end, leaving me long and cherished deep medicated sleep...

Though giving me the feeling something is missing, not there anymore where it should be...namely inside my fucked-up Farang mind, making me feeling as though I am incomplete...

Still...yet again a face from my dream world...

The identity of this lady remains a mistery...after all, they refuse to resurface to the more active part of my gray brain cells these days though I have no doubt they will be back with a vengeance.  

A haughty lady

Holland, Amsterdam,

03 Oct. 2010.

I am not really sure I like the look of this lady in the infamously long Anne Frank House queue, the one I have chosen to immortalise in my sketchbook, her big head and long semi red-colored expensive jacket, her blueish net stockings and long yellowish boots all breath an air of upper class American society, a certain admosphere of contempt for those waiting with her in this endless long line of foreign tourists, all patiently awaiting their turn to visit the Numero Uno tourist destination of Amsterdam...

Almost as though she is afraid of being touched by the those she considers a much lower level of the human race...

And then their is this freak, sort of character out of a long gone hippy era, obviously having taken her a make-do model for his sketchbook, nothing else to do, no customers and absolute boredom setting in...

Must be hard these in these days of equality to belong to the upper class and travelling in far-away countries.

Irena from Italy

Holland, Amsterdam,
01 Oct. 2010.

October, the month of autumn but still, the weather here in Amsterdam apperently decided to give in to the demands of the sun worshippers, a few last of sunny days that will continue untill after the weekend if I can believe the weather forecast...a few last days at the Anne Frank House keeping myself busy with my treasured one-man Mandala business...

"Io Voglio Soltanto Un Mandala, Signore", a young redhead Italian lady tells me, maybe her first time out of her Maffia-ruled home country believing Italian is as widespread in this crazy world as the Queen's English...and though my Italian is basic it suffices for my little handicraft Negozio...I even manage to get the message across, convince her to pose for me, Dieci Minuti of sitting down on my old and worn little camping chair...

In the end I sell 16 games...definitely better as feeling bored in the house watching the Dutch rain batter against my windows