The times I had to cry

* One day the destruction of the twin towers was on TV again. I watched it, alone in the big new empty house of my parents.
I couldn’t help feeling compassionate about those people I didn’t know.



* A suburb in île de France. In a renovated farmhouse "Ferme du Buisson", art and movies are shown to visitors. A performance starting with a spotlight that could change from a white circle into a black circle. Something I had never seen before. The people in the room were facing the floor in the middle, fully concentrated at experiencing this phenomenon. The size of the circle changed. A man in a black, spandex suit entering the stage and a girl in a white similar skin-covering material, when the light split in two.
I don’t know what it was the couple did - maybe it was because they were Japanese - to let me feel something so basic and profound, I had to cry.
The performance still lasted a while, but all I needed was that short peek giving me insight in the beauty of humanity. Words could not have expressed what I felt and I was thankful to have experienced this moment, for some things can not be explained, they have to be lived.

The making of

There's a funny story of how many times it took to make this picture.
Just click the movies under here (don't worry about the image, it's the sound that matters).







I'm happy with the result though...I guess making a good picture just takes some tries...8)

Till & Michiel

One of my favourite subjects is this duo. Usually they form a funny couple, I guess it's a guy thing...
Peppi & Kokki, eat your heart out!

(Peppi & Kokki are the dutch answer to Laurel and Hardy, where the fat one is shy and the thin one is ignorant. I hate that thin one! I wonder if that has to do with good acting, or really just not liking a person...)

Zeppelin

The funny thing about this zeppelin was that I saw it in Eindhoven in the afternoon, and while I was travelling towards Rotterdam, I saw it again out of my window!
I must have caught up with it...
Encroyable

How to...

I love the fact that you were free to look at these books and photocopy pages while being in a "white cube" of the VanAbbeMuseum. This one about stealing from the supermarket was my favorite to begin with. My second choice was "Be your own dick", the last word meaning a private detective (just in case you might think it's about understanding your penis).
Other books were about cooking with cannabis, guns and everything else illegal you can imagine.
What a cool library that was...too bad it's gone now