Writing a Draft
I had instant rice, fried chicken that I left four days ago, and spinach salad for breakfast. I was concentrating on writing a draft for a book. It was hard to construct a chapter. I worked on it for over a week but I’ve done it finally. Actually, I didn’t want to go out to proceed with an art project because I felt dull but I did so eventually. I found a homeless man but he was duplicated. I’ve already done a collaboration with him a year ago. I wasn’t aware of it. I had gyoza, chashu-bowl, and corn-salad for dinner.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
