neither black nor white

 

life is a plethora of grey scales. a rainbow of different grey’s. i just can’t seem to fit into either or, but find myself being a little bit of everything. how about you?

storm end come

we are having a premiere! for those of you who are around here, if you want to join our journey we are performing in suzan dallal on the 28th of february and on the 1st,15th and 16th of march, at 21.00

sometimes a little bit of escapism will do good.

revolution of love

"The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share the twisting trails and wondrous worlds I've known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there. The last few steps you have to take alone."

-shel silverstein

back here

i didn’t have the heart to throw them yet. so beautiful, even when they are dead.

today it is only me and the beast (plus the herd). soft air and slow walks.

my breakfast became dinner, which consisted of a cheese sandwich and some dutch licorice. it took me a long time to get going.

‘play the game, endanger your work, don’t be the protagonist’.

want to join my pajama party?

welterusten

 

i don’t want to leave. i could stay here (but on vacation) for a while. now, i need plenty of sleep to begin with. there is a slight possibility that i was the one who fell asleep on stage during rehearsal. but i am not sure…

a little lullaby. i wish for soothing dreams.

monday blue

starting the week on a monday makes sense to my european genes.

not having a proper weekend makes no sense.

pushing yourself to your limit rather then resting on that not proper weekend has nothing to do with making sense or not.

time and life is so dense that i hardly have time to visit here, but i will be back. stay strong and warm. love&hugs.

how come

 

….i stay awake all night doing this and that and wake up like a zombie, glued to bed every morning? now i am sitting here like a ragdoll with my cup of tea in front of the computer, trying to fill my veins with music and hoping that this will start up the engine. and if not, how will i manage two more days of quarantine in the theater?

keep your whiskers high out there. this makes me a little bit warmer this morning. love&kiss.

9.21

  

there’s no much time for taking photos when you spend an average of ten hours a day inside a theater. talk about living in a bubble. luckily there are smaller and bigger things bursting that bubble inbetween. and holland is still familiarly sweet. hope you are all well. enjoying your bubbles.

low

greetings from the lowlands. i forgot so many details. the grey sky which remains grey all day long. the quiet streets on monday mornings. all those jars of different spreads and a huge feast of sandwiches for lunch. little nuances in the language.

a little stroll down memory lane. good to be here. kisses. and a little bit of low from the lowlands.

the herd

 

and i packed our bags and left. you won’t even notice i am gone. holland here we come.

so not me

however, sometimes it is fun pretending to be someone else. actually rather painful when i think of it. whoever thought of the idea of walking in those? a little bit of torture, i would say.

and to quote janes addiction, there is no wrong and right, only pleasure and pain. is that so?

au revoir

 

today was the last day in the studio until sometime next month. the birds have been released from the golden cage. and those same birds are flying to the netherlands on sunday (brining with them the cow and the zebra, of course)

anyhow, it always feels good to break the routine and have a reality change. but first of all, W.E.E.K.E.N.D!

i am here

if you paint your entire house like a blackboard you can leave little more or less cryptic messages for yourself and your guests. i visited a friend in her atelier. and this is what i found. some of it.

tonight i am having beer and chocolate for dinner. i think that is legitimate when you’ve spent 7 hours rehearsing and 4 hours teaching after that. cheers and goodnight.

yellow’s and green’s

…and my mothers old dress.

yesterday i almost put the kitchen on fire while talking to a new old friend. it still smells like burned peas in the kitchen. that’s what happens when you leave a soup unattended and loose yourself in conversations. i hope i can stay attentive this week. i am so dreamy. so fuzzy. me and my zoo. the dried out cow and the ambivalent zebra. all of us fuzzy dreamy together.

concrete jungle

 

i pass this balcony each time i come from the train station. and i think someone did a great job in creating an oasis in this concrete jungle. especially the poodle in the upper left corner cheers me up. i wish i could have a sneak-peak inside aswell…

we better keep finding those cheerful spots. not to be swallowed in all that grey. wish you all a colorful week ♥

if you ask the zebra

"I asked the Zebra,
are you black with white stripes?
Or white with black stripes?
And the zebra asked me,
Are you good with bad habits?
Or are you bad with good habits?
Are you noisy with quiet times?
Or are you quiet with noisy times?
Are you happy with some sad days?
Or are you sad with some happy days?
Are you neat with some sloppy ways?
Or are you sloppy with some neat ways?
And on and on and on and on and on and on he went.
I’ll never ask a zebra about stripes...again."

somewhere between rain and sun…

 

…i spotted my friend through the fence and we toasted with coffee and cake for the third aquarius, in her absence. i wear the same rain outfit as two years ago, (my mothers old raincoat) also then celebrating the third aquarius, but in her presence. and later i walked by the ocean and got slightly drenched but that doesn’t matter when the ocean is so beautiful and you are a plastic version of little red riding hood.

this was all yesterday and today, well, that is another story.