Going to a Pasture
I had a slight hangover. Jan brought Eri and I to volunteer work. We visited a pasture then looked a lot of cows for meat. It was really chilly. The cowshed was extremely smelly. We picked up plants and loaded them on the cart which was connected to Jan’s car. We brought plants to a farm that is run mainly by retired people. We left near by the farm because Jan recommended to see the secondhand shop but it was closed. We stopped by a liquor shop and a butcher. I got red wine and beef steak. We were recognized and tasted the meat is animal life. I fell asleep just after 9pm.
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- Going to a Pasture I was a slight hangover. Jan brought Eri and I to a volunteer work. We visited a pasture then looked a lot of cows for meat. It was really chilly. The cowshed was extremely smelling. We picked up plants and loaded them on the cart which connected Jan's car. We brought plants to farm that is running mainly retired people. We left near by the farm because Jan recommended to see the second hand shop but it was closed. We stopped by a liquor shop and a butcher. I got red wine and beef steak. We were recognized and tasted the meat is animal life. I fell asleep just after 9pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
