Do you ever feel a bit lost in the masses... yesterday I left Ooskapella, a small little needle point in the Netherlands. I stayed in my car due to miscommunication - I thought the landlord offered the caravan for two nighs. Come 7pm when I arrived back from Rotterdam, I found all my things in a wheelbarrow, in a shed. I made the best of it. I sat under the stars, read a little book with a torch next to the sheep. Sheep are noisy at night. They sneeze allot or perhaps it's the changing of the season. I have been driving forever and love the juxtapostion of the windmill next to the turbines - lots of bird murmurations.
Off to a cabin a viking cabin. Hoping to produce allot today.
I popped into a pop up gallery in Rotterdam and met an amazing curator that was inspired by a single tattoo to start a passion of collecting tribal Canadian art.
Taking some inspiration and trying a different style. Why not. i think thats the backbone of this trip to develop as an artist.We all need to re-invent ourselves every now and again. This is how we can stand apart from the masses.
