Visiting an Art Museum
I soaked in the bath in the morning. It would be fantastic if I had a bathtub in my house. I checked out of the hotel at noon. I didn’t have any plans and I was depressed. I found a museum Van Abbemuseum so I entered. I have a yearly museum passport in the Netherlands; therefore, the entrance fee was free. It was a meaningful time. The surface of the paintings reminds me of the passion when I was an art college student. I teared up a bit. I came back home around 5pm. I spent over 3 hours taking a train. I had a leftover simmered chicken leg and fried fish for dinner. I went to bed just before 10pm.
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- Visiting an Art Museum I soaked in the bath in the morning. It would be fantastic if I would have a bathtub in my house. I checked out of the hotel at noon. I didn't have any plans and I depressed. I found a museum Van Abbemuseum so I entered. I have a yearly museum passport in The Netherlands, therefore; the entrance fee was for free. It was a meaningful time. The surface of the paintings reminds me of the passion when I was an art college student. I teared up a bit. I came back home around 5pm. I spent taking a train over 3 hours. I had leftover simmered chicken leg and fried fish for dinner. I went to bed just 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.
