Loggerfestival 2008

Just finished my exposition in the Art Shore Container Terminal at the Loggerfestival in Vlaardingen. Was fun, good comments, nice people and I am beat...pffffff. I think I will participate again next year, I had a minimalist expo this year with an empty container except for a slap of about 2m with photo's of the harbor. Next year I want to do the opposite and go image crazy, pictures on all 5 surfaces of the container, with only a few stepping stones for people to step on that are blank. Would be fun to watch how people will react to that...:) But that's next year. Now I'm gonna go back and break up. Would love to hit my bed now...sleep for days...but I bought myself some dreamvacations (€2 a piece), so I'm set for 2 holidays of a lifetime, one with a handsome stranger and one with me, myself and I, where I will end up...I don't know. But it sounds like pure bliss to me.

Vroem Zoem Gone

Think this was my shortest affair ever. A real Vroem, Zoem, Gone....

What a week, neighbor quite dead in an horrible way, a 'bit' of personal tension at work, preparations for my exposition tomorrow, only receiving half my salary, getting my period (hopefully) and not hearing one little blip from mister 'I don't have time to clime on that white horse, thank you very much.' So that's my week in a short paragraph. And it's not over yet, not by a long shot. Hope I can finally exhale by the time it's thursday or I will scream. 

Smiling Eyes

So it’s true what they say... When you least expect it, it will take you by surprise and rattle your heart into beating again...beating with joyous jumps, playful sidesteps and heavy longing. It’s been a while, but looking into your smiling eyes is enough to beam me up to that special place where my heart isn’t yet hurt a thousand times over. Your silence tells me more then your words ever will. So show me your life and heart with those smiling eyes of yours. Let me be touched to tears, surrendering to your gaze that beams deep down to where light has been sparse.

Let me feel how your hands make the sharp shards of my soul softer around the edges. Hands that, like a mothers kiss on a wounded knee, let me know that someone cares, that I'm loved and not alone.

Now I know how the Nile must feel when rushing water floods her banks once again. The drought forgotten, just joyous, dangerous and wild laughter of the heart. I can't help but to be swept away. No use in fighting this force of nature.

Am I in love? I really don’t know, but I want to howl your name to the starlit sky, sing your feel to the moon, let the world know I’m happy, happy for knowing you, how brief it may be. Let me drink in your smiling eyes just a moment longer and then I will close mine and maybe let you go, but not yet, not yet...