Missing My Luandry.
I used a washing machine last morning before I went to work. Then, when I came home the clothes were missing. I searched for them around the washing machine but I couldn’t find it. After that, I asked about it to Kay. She is the daughter of the landlord. Apparently, her mother picked my laundry up, furthermore, she dried them up and folded, too. I haven’t seen such tidy clothes for a long time. It reminds me of my partner and mother. I had pork cutlet curry, natto, salad with beer and red wine.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
