There were times when I loved documenting every day life. By writing, photographing, making lists etc.But over the past year or so I seem to have lost that loving feeling. All i can think is what a fuss it is. Still, i would love to love it again.
So, I will try and post here daily from now on. If only to post the picture i plan to take daily (which is supposed to get me back into photographing)
There's a plan, now let's see how it will work out!
[fly ayway]
Early friday morning I took a train to Schiphol airport. As I walked through the arrivals hall in the direction of the panorama terrace I thought about the many times i've been there, coming back from some kind of adventure. Or about the times we waited with some coffee and a view of the termac at the panorama café before I needed to go through customs. Usually the panorama café is packed with people, but at 9 am on a friday morning it was still quiet. Only a handful of people, waking up with the aid of a cup of DE koffie.
The man behind the cash register asked everyone if they were going on holiday or not. I wondered what he would think when I answered his question with 'i'm not going away, i'm here to watch & sketch people' but he didn't ask me. I found a place in the back of the café. Nice and quiet and got my pencils and water colours out.
After the coffee & sketching I went to the terrace, sketched some more and enjoyed the sun. Later I walked through the arrival halls, bought some food and took in all that there is to be seen at an airport. I had a marvelous time, but was glad to be home at the end of the afternoon. So many impressions to process. A nap was in order.
The man behind the cash register asked everyone if they were going on holiday or not. I wondered what he would think when I answered his question with 'i'm not going away, i'm here to watch & sketch people' but he didn't ask me. I found a place in the back of the café. Nice and quiet and got my pencils and water colours out.
After the coffee & sketching I went to the terrace, sketched some more and enjoyed the sun. Later I walked through the arrival halls, bought some food and took in all that there is to be seen at an airport. I had a marvelous time, but was glad to be home at the end of the afternoon. So many impressions to process. A nap was in order.
[leiden]
On thursday i went to the city of Leiden. I decided to go early in the morning, as the weather is nice and warm these days, sometimes a bit too warm for my liking. From the train station I walked to Café Midi for an Assal coffee to go (which is coffee with milk and honey.) Then I continued the route I always took when i studied at the Leiden University. Oh those wonderful days.
The bench was still there, the view as well. I settled down with my coffee, sketchbook and pens and felt so at peace. It lasted about 60 seconds, as a group of teenagers had chosen the bench next to me as a meeting place with their teacher. Still, i sketched a bit, enjoyed my coffee and took in the view. And travelled back in time by listening to the conversations the teenagers had with each other. It was all good. But my, am i glad to not be a teenager any more.
The bench was still there, the view as well. I settled down with my coffee, sketchbook and pens and felt so at peace. It lasted about 60 seconds, as a group of teenagers had chosen the bench next to me as a meeting place with their teacher. Still, i sketched a bit, enjoyed my coffee and took in the view. And travelled back in time by listening to the conversations the teenagers had with each other. It was all good. But my, am i glad to not be a teenager any more.
[rekindled love]
Knowing that my holiday is almost over is making me kind of sad. Not so much because I have to get back to work, as that it means I have less time to explore cities and draw. Two things I always loved to do, but forgot about, a love rekindled this past week.
On monday I went to Amsterdam and spent some time with a dear friend. We went to the Van Gogh museum and wandered around one of my favourite streets in West. The last time I went to the Van Gogh museum was about ten years ago (i feel so old typing this.) It was on a art class trip in my senior year of highschool. Come to think of it, back then you could choose many of the subjects you wanted to take in your final year and take the final exams for. One of them was art. I chose art. Yet lack of interest in art history (at the time) and a teacher who valued the rules of drawing more than expression made me loose interest in art after i finished my exams.
But in the end i did chose art I chose art. I chose art. I have to repeat this, because sometimes i forget how much i like it. How i miss those hours in class, sketching, painting, giggling & talking with either Live or Alanis Morissette on the background.
I'll post some more details of my week later. My sketchbook, watercolours & Live are calling me.
On monday I went to Amsterdam and spent some time with a dear friend. We went to the Van Gogh museum and wandered around one of my favourite streets in West. The last time I went to the Van Gogh museum was about ten years ago (i feel so old typing this.) It was on a art class trip in my senior year of highschool. Come to think of it, back then you could choose many of the subjects you wanted to take in your final year and take the final exams for. One of them was art. I chose art. Yet lack of interest in art history (at the time) and a teacher who valued the rules of drawing more than expression made me loose interest in art after i finished my exams.
But in the end i did chose art I chose art. I chose art. I have to repeat this, because sometimes i forget how much i like it. How i miss those hours in class, sketching, painting, giggling & talking with either Live or Alanis Morissette on the background.
I'll post some more details of my week later. My sketchbook, watercolours & Live are calling me.
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