The industriousness.
The realness.
The sense of adventure.
When biking
or driving along
a harbour
my heart sings louder.
In case all would fail,
becoming a sailor or truckdriver
was a second best option.
My cousin was a sailor.
Travelling the seas.
My uncle a truckdriver.
Travelling the world.
The small city I lived in
became Amsterdam.
Biking through the city.
Seeing,
absorbing new.
Drawing lessons in the zoo.
Gape in the paper shop.
Test the differences.
Experiment
with pen,
paint, ink and ecoline.
Photographing a series of taxi drivers.
Out of my comfortzone,
big time.
Explore screenprinting,
spray paint,
lead typesetting letters,
stamps,
making first books.
At that time
my dad worked at
a small shipyard museum
in Amsterdam.
Visited him regularly.
All the new sometimes
overwhelming.
A bit of home away from home.
I didn’t need my plan B.
Still,
everytime travelling along a harbour
my heart lights up.
Always.
