Weird, I don't know why I went inside this cemetery
but this was a great view, so I went for it.
"Het kruis." Zevenaar, Holland.
(The cross.) Oil on board.
18 x 24 cm.
While painting a black woman came and started to speak to
me in English, what I was doing and if I did it for fun and so on.
After a while she went along her own way, but then she came back
and said that she had to say that I had to reflect even more of my
own into my work, at least that was what she heard. I asked what
she mend and she repeated her statement, and said that she had to
leave it by that, .... weird. But somewhere it felt soo friendly
so comforting. She could be a friend, that's how it felt, .... weird.