Hi, welcome in my space, my world. Thought this poem suits this first step really well. A diary of a journey along my work; my thinking; my heroes – with their inspiration and wisdom; found footage – from the web and my memory box; some musings and a lot of joie de vivre. Have fun here!
Beautiful, old, wooden grandstands
are entered through a little narrow staircase.
The trees rage right beside you.
You look upward. If they are smart
they choose downwind, after the toss.
by Nico Dijkshoorn from ‘Kleine Dingen’ (Little Things)