Going to an Art Supply Shop
I woke up before 7am. I brought bottles of wine and the lid of a hot-pot to a garbage correction box. When I threw away the latter one into the box, a middle-aged woman accused me. “What did you put into it?” I explained about it. “You see”. She threw away after-use diapers. I thought the box is for mixed materials. I apologized to her. I went to an art supply shop that I had found before but I lost where it is, so I went back and forth. Finally, I found it. I got some brushes and colors. It was about 70EUR. I cooked pork cutlet. The taste was artificial but these were still four pieces left. I fell asleep before 9pm.
The original text before the correction
- Going to Art Supply Shop I woke up before 7am. I brought a bottles of wines and the lid of a hot-pot to a garbage correction box. When I threw away the latter one into the box, a middle aged woman accused me. "What did you into it?" I explained about it. "You see". She threw away after using diapers. I thought the box is for mixed materials. I apologized to her. I went to an art supply shop that I found before but I lost where is it so I went back and forth. Finally, I found it. I got some brushes and colors. It was about 70EUR. I cooked pork cutlet. The taste was artificial but these were still left four pieces. I fell asleep 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.
