today




today: 




sunday



sleeping late, and sleeping some more


tired, more tired, dreaming, a bit galling


doing some laundry, drying, folding it away


and one more siesta in the end


feeling guilty, vague: ‘what a pity, this beautiful day...’


at last I go out

cycling, the wind on my skin, almost too cold

in a bookshop picking up one book after another, bored

and than the ‘damn’-feeling:

I was supposed to write myself, I want to write now

shit, no paper, no pen

no problem

I’m in a bar: ‘do I have anything to tell at all, to write?’

‘why do I want to do this in the first place?’

killing the idea even before it is born!

so I write, I write, I write...




                                                                                       


ART AUCTION





September 1th





Tomorrow, september 1th, some of my art will be sold by auction in Teddy Kids International Kindergarten in Leiden. A part (30 percent) of the profit will go to the Willem Alexander Children Fund.


Along with my art, there will be art of Eugenio Eijck (my brother) and other artists, including the children from Teddy Kids.





The auction will start at 17.00. 


You're welcome to preview the art from 16.30.





Teddy Kids


Zeemanlaan 22A


Leiden









dance of the animals, part 3








And here is another animal. It looks like a camel, but it is born out of fantasy,lines and color. 




Besides, the background is the table in my studio. It forms an eternal inspiration with all its spots of paint, ink and glue, each one unique and able to get me to make all kind of new creatures.

dance of the animals, part 2


I keep on painting and drawing animals. Can't get enough of them. So for the coming days I'll be posting animals, strange creatures and more animals.








knowledge?









Deep down, hidden
under


Hunderds of thousands
pages,


Millons of words,


Billons of letters


I found a colourful
path


Worth following




DREAMBEAST







The dreambeast:


"Come, climb on my back. 


There I build a house for you. 


Come, I'll take you there where your dreams send you"


a very small story



circling and circling in the same rounds
all that exist is the ink-dark night






but when I look through my openend heart
the black becomes a whirling of life

my soul is a house

my soul is a house


Sometimes my soul is a house full of warmth, full of rest, full of light.
Than the trees make music.
Than the red tulip shines.
And the colors, the words come to me.
I don’t need to look for them.


Page 5, ‘Book of Life’