A Cold Sunday with Mass and a Movie
I attended Sunday mass as usual. It was an extremely cold day. When I went out, I started the laundry. I came back home, did my daily routine, and took a shower. I visited a movie theater and watched a film called Azart, Come Make Art. On the way there, I saw a woman who had fallen because of an icy road. It was a documentary film, but I did not find their art very interesting. I went to the bar Stiefel. Oki asked me if I wanted another beer, but I declined because I had to go to a Dutch class the next morning. When I came back home, I cleared my throat loudly, and there was a housemate right in front of the house. I did not notice her because it was too dark to see. I felt embarrassed. I had tortilla wraps with stir-fried shredded pork, which I had prepared before going out. I fell asleep just before 9 pm.
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- A Sunday Mass And I attended a Sunday mass as usual. It was extremly cold day. When I went out, I did the laundry. I came back home and did my daily routine and took shower. I visited a movie theater and watched called Azart, Come make art. On the way there, I saw a woman had dropped due to iced load. It was documentary movie. I did not feel their ART is not so interesting for me. I went to the bar Stiefel. Oki asked me if I want to get another beer but I denied his offer because I had to go to a Dutch class next morning. When I came back home, I did Clear my throat with loud voice and there is a share mate very front of the house. I could not aware her because it was too dark to see. I felt embarassed. I had tortilla wraps with stir-fried shredded pork which I prepared before went out. I fell asleep just before 9 pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
