Mea from Atlanta

Amsterdam,

Mea's greatest hero in her 48 years old life is Martin Luther King, telling me all about him while I draw her portrait and patiently listen to her tirade against the white race and the benefits of being black which is beautiful compared to ugly for us the whities...

I listen to her explanation of Martin Luther King's retoric and aurasmatic admosphere which hung all around him when he was still alife, before his "execution" - as Mea called it - on the balcon of the Lorraine Hotel in Memphis, a sorry affair but not the only brutal death of those fighting for more civil rights in the troublesome sixties wether they were white or black...Robert Kennedy, John Kennedy and not to forget Malcom X...all men brave of heart and killed for the ideals they believed in, whether they were white or black...

Still, I let Mea have her say and thank her for her precious tourist time and the four Mandala games she bought...I watch her proudly taking back her place in the endless long line outside the Anne Frank Housde here in Amsterdam, obvciously pleased with herself having told that "whity" her "thing"!!!

Sorry Mea but I never managed to but in a single word and anyway you seemed to have forgotten your initial question about all these black people here in my beloved Mokum and where they all come from..I suggest you google it on the Sacred Internet.

Naked lady at the Lek Hotel swimming pool

Amsterdam,

I saw this topless bikini lady last winter at the Lek Hotel diving into the hotel's pool after her buffet breakfast...

The Lek Hotel in that Farang male paradise two hours drive by mini airco bus from hectic Bangkok - called Krung Thep by the Thais - where I went myself twice a week for the 110 Baht buffet breakfast, stuffing my tummy on a variety of breakfast dishes collected from across the globe, always admiring this tall well shaped blond whose nationality remained a mistery to me, no way to talk to her considering the notorious jealousy of my female Thai table partners...

At least they didn't mind me making this drawings..."me jealous Khe Mak, her much beautifull, not like me", and more of these comments while I was busy with my black pen and colored markers...

Unknown lady at the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam

Unknown male at the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam

Bob from Boston

Amsterdam,

Bob demonstratively folded his arms across his massive chest when he posed for me while his two daughters made pic after pic of me sketching Big Daddy who went on a long anti-Osama tirade...

"I hate Obama, maybe he got Osama but he destroyed our economy, man"!!!

I have never felt the need to correct my models, or people in general for that matter, of contrary believes, different points of deduction, another way of thinking maybe, especially so when my conversation partners are as big as Bob from Boston...

Maybe the destruction of the American economy, even the famous - infamous in some cultures I guess - American way of life probably started under Bush junior with President Obama having a hard time to reverse matters...but like I said, what is the point...I am, after all, a simple street seller here in front of the infamous long queue of foreign tourists waiting to see the notorious Anne Frank Hiding Place on the Amsterdam Prinsengracht...

Anyway, thanks for posing for my art project called My Customers At The Anne Frank House, Bob, and for buying two Mandala games for your photo-crazy duaghters...

And yet more visitors at the Anne Frank House

Amsterdam,

When I don't make my games, maybe feel bored bending silverwire continuosly while waiting for customers, I pick up my sketchbook....as yet again, the result...