Packing My Paintings
I packed three paintings to bring to the gallery for a group show. It started to rain in the evening. I went to the bar Stiefel. On the way there, I stopped by a stationery store and bought red paint. I also visited a fish shop. I had fried shrimp as usual. The bar was quite packed because it was Friday. I had two glasses of beer and then moved to the bar My Way. It was packed there, too. I cooked grilled salmon and hutspot for dinner. I fell asleep around 10:30 pm.
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- Packing My Paintings I packed three paintings to bring to the gallery for a group show. It started rain in the evening. I went to the bar Stiefel. On the way there, I stopped a stationary store and then I got paint of red color. I also visit a fish shop. I had fried shrimp as usual. It was quite packed due to its Friday. I had two glasses of beer and I moved to the bar My Way. There were packed, too. I cooked grilled salmon and hutspot for dinner. I fell asleep around 10:30 pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
