My Birthday
It was my birthday yesterday, in Japan time. In LA local time, it wasn’t my birthday. I became 38 years old. I have to call it middle age. Well, I couldn’t imagine, when I became 38, I would live in the US and eat hamburgers with homeless people. It’s not so bad, but it’s not the best. I have no choice. I must live my life. I had a grilled salmon for dinner. There wasn’t rice, instead, there was a piece of bread. It was at a big discount, so I got it for only $8.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
