Boring Sunday
I woke up around 9am. I had a lot of strange and condensed dreams. At midday, I went to a restroom. Jan was renovating a door. He was standing near the restroom so I didn’t want to go out from the door because I didn’t want to say hello due to my feeling. I wrote a recipe for bento art and I was supposed to make a canvas but the canvases were gone. I brought 12 pieces of canvases from Japan, it means a year has passed. I had to order one via Amazon NL. After 4pm, I went to the bar Tapperij de Stiefel. I had 3 kinds of beer. I had leftover dishes with simmered pork. I fell asleep just before 9pm.
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- Boring Sunday I woke up around 9am. I had a lot of strange and condensed dreams. Around noon, I went to a rest room. Jan had been reformed a door. He stood in the near from the rest room so I didn't want to out the door because I didn't want to say hello due to my feeling. I wrote recipe for bento art and I supposed to make a canvas but the canvases were gone. I brought 12 pieces of canvases from Japan, it means a year had passed. I had to order it via Amazon NL. After 4pm, I went to the bar Tapperij de Stiefel. I had 3 kinds of beer. I had leftover dishes with simmered pork. I fell asleep just before 9pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
