A Concert at The Bar
It was Friday but a holiday on Japan’s calendar. I had ramen noodles for breakfast. I was dull, but I went to the bar Stiefel because a friend Erol invited me there. I visited the bar just after 5pm. I had meat ball with French fries. Around 9pm, a concert started. Everyone sang a song and danced. I followed their atmosphere. My friend Frank, who loves Japan, showed up. We treated beer each other. I could not count how many beer I had. I was amazed at how such a small bar could attract a hundred of customers. After I came back home, I had cold soba noodles. I fell asleep at midnight.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
