Picking Up My Artwork
I went to Zaandam to pick up my paintings. It was not a fun thing; furthermore, it annoyed me. I reached the gallery just after 4 pm. There were six paintings. I asked how the exhibition had gone. He said there had been good attention from the audience, but no sales. I did not know he has a husband, not a wife. After that, I visited a bar. It was my first time there, but they had a lot of nice beer. I talked to the bar owner, and then he told me his sibling has Down syndrome. I reacted without thinking deeply and said, “I am sorry to hear that.” Probably, my words hurt his feelings. I regret what I said. After I returned home, just after 8 pm, I cooked spaghetti for dinner. I went to bed around 10 pm.
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- Picking Up My Artwork I went to Zaandam to pick up my paintings. It was not fun thing, furtheremore, it made me annying. I reached the gallery just after 4 pm. There were six paintings. I talked how was the exhibition going. He said it was good attention from audiences but the sales. I did not know he has husband, not wife. After that, I visited a bar. It was the first time to visit but they have a lot of nice beer. I talked the bar owner and then he told me his siblings is down syndorome. I reacted without deep thinking "I'm sorry to hear that". Probably, the word is hurt his feeling. I regret my word. After I returned home, just after 8 pm, I cooked spaghetti for dinner. I went to bed around 10 pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
