Distributing the Exhibition Postcard
I went to Cafe Yamaneko as usual. The elderly bar owner asked me what kind of book I was reading. I told him it was an investment book. He told me to let him know if I came up with any ideas for making money. I messaged my friend to request an illustration for my new artwork. After that, I attended a Korean class, where the teacher used flash cards. It was extremely difficult. Later on, I visited an izakaya. It was all right, and then I moved on to a place called Columbo. I had a few glasses of wine there. Afterward, I returned to the station near my home. I visited an okonomiyaki shop named Naoki, where I bumped into Hiraoka-san again. We drank together. I met a man who told dirty jokes. He shared a miserable story: he had called a delivery health girl (a call girl service), but the police were summoned, and he ended up paying a 300,000 yen settlement. I thought he was an outdated, dim-witted old man. The shop owner’s wife, Ai-san, displayed my solo show’s postcard in the bar. I really appreciated her support. I fell asleep around midnight.
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- Distributing The Exhibition Postcard I went to a cafe Yamaneko as usual. The elderly bar owner asked me what kind of book I read. I said it is an investment one. He told me let me know if you get an idea to make an money. I messaged to make illustration for my new artwork to my friend. After that, I attended a Korean class. The teacher did flash cards. It was super difficult. Later on, I visited an izakaya. It was okay and then I moved to Columbo. I had some glass of wine. I came back my nearest station. I visited the okonomiyaki shop Naoki. I bumped in Hiraoka-san again. We drunk together. I met a man who talked about dirty jokes. He talked his miserable story that he called a delivery health girl (a call girl service), but the police were summoned, and he ended up paying a 300,000 yen settlement. I thought he is an outdated, dim-witted old man. The shop owner's wife Ai-san displayed my solo show's postcard in the bar. I really appreciate her attitude. I fell asleep around midnight.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
