Bumped Into a Friend
I prepared a new canvas for a painting. I completed my daily routine properly. In the evening, I went to a bookstore to buy a picture postcard to send to my Vietnamese friend. When I was walking along the road, someone called out, “Tomo!” It was my friend Chris, whom I met last year. He asked me to have a drink the next day, but I already had plans. After I bought the postcards, I found Chris waiting for me. He suggested having a drink right then, and I accepted his offer. We went to the bar Stiefel. His personality is quite unique. He talked to me almost entirely by himself. I had four kinds of beer and left, leaving him there. I stopped by a supermarket to buy food. I cooked chicken legs with vegetables. I fell asleep before midnight (I do not remember what time I fall asleep these days).
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- Bump Into A Friend I prepared new canvas for a new painting. I did my daily routine properly. In the evening, I went to a book store to get a picture postcard to send a letter to Vietnamese friend. When I was walking a load someone called me "Tomo!". It was a friend Chris who I knew last year. He asked me to have a drink next day but I had a plan that day. After I got picture postcards, Chris waited for me. He said having a drink right now so I accepted his offer. We went to the bar Stiefel. His character is quite unique. He talked to me unilaterally. I had four kind of beer and I left there remaining him. I stopped by a supermarket to get food. I cooked chicken leg with vegetables. I fell asleep before midnight(I do not remember what time I sleep these days).
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
