Not finished yet

Not finished yet.

Painting in my house.

Her beauty is pure.

Amsterdam,

I might not wake to the whisper of gentle surf and palm tree leaves rustling in a warm breeze anymore, no Miss Endu still asleep and while enjoying her dream world clinging her arms and legs around my body, a bit like the sucking arms of an octopus, sort of hard to unwrap but giving me a strange sense of comfort and unknown Deja Vu...

No getting up on my elbows and watching her dark Asian eyes following a dream in which I, by all probability, play a major role, freed from all deception and in no hurry, no stress to get up early and make it to that long queue of foreign tourists all lining to see the world famous Achterhuis on the Amsterdam Prinsengracht...the poor story of that Jewish girl who kept a emotional and moving Tagesbuch that has drawn people from all over the place...

But that part of this blog story is a real part once again of my existence here in good old Mokum, tying my battered old suitcase to the back of my rusty old Giant ATB and cycle the ten minutes or so to the Anne Frank Huis, sell my games and make plenty of dough so I can once again return to far-away realms so alien to my own but drawing me there with as much force as all these throngs of different nationalities to my home city, humanity from all parts of Mother Earth...

After twenty-five years of selling Mandalas outisde the Numero Uno tourist hot spot of Amsterdam I feel freed of motivation, freed of any type of deception, just wanna sit here and continue the monotony of my life...

Back to my memories, back to Thailand: nudging her shoulder and telling her to wake up, get a shower and prepare for another day on an Asian beach, under a hot Thai sun...after all her beauty is pure  

Sunday at home

Should have left the house today, considering the good weather I should have spent the whole day at the Anne Frank House selling my games, check out the scene and start saving money for my next sejourn in that far-away Asian kingdom twelve hours of flying with China Air...

Having promised Miss Endu, my latest Thai love affair, I would start selling my funny little games the moment the sun made its first appearance here in cold and windy Amsterdam, make D'argent aand return to her waiting arms...

But no...my freaking around with my acrylics here in my messy and chaotic house in good old Mokum is so addictive and pleasurable, beer and red wine my only company, ignoring my door bell - probably was Drunk Rob again needing dough for King Alcohol and Mary-Jane, I can do without that -

All day in a strange state of mental Limbo I find hard to get out of, break the monotony and finally start making some real Euros again, doomed Euros or hard currency, whatever...

Feeling bored in Amsterdam

Amsterdam, 06 April 2013.

A voice from the other side of the world, familiar and recognisable, getting me out of my lethargy and self-inflicted boozy state of mind, in front of the telly watching Al Bundy already in his younger years enjoying that particular dirty habit of his "putting his hand inside his pants",...How boring!!!

A world away where I was only mere weeks ago but already like light years away, sort of like the light years I will see flashing by tonight when I will watch yet again another episode of Captain Archer's Enterprise, hightailing it through the Expanse on a mad hunt for an alien species called The Sindy who are bent on the destruction of Mother Earth...How boring!!!

Thailand, where Miss Endu's voice is originating from taking me out of a state of absolute boredom and complete lethargy, a place where life was so much more intence, so much more pleasurable, the food always tasty and cheap, filling and a dinner time and part of the day to look forward to...but no, here in cold Holland I feel bored and stupid lethargy taking over the course of my life...How boring indeed.

Me....

Asian ladies showing off my artwork

Chil from Hongkong and Nahn from Vietnam showing off my latest artwork