The day is halfway and I’m still running around like (as we say in
the Netherlands) a headless chicken…
I uploaded the photos for this post earlier today, but I could not find
words to go in this post. Not even the title… My head is somewhere else.
How come? Well, FEATURING was send to the print office today!
OHMY – In a week or so, the magazine will be born on paper.
A real magazine, MY magazine… I will be able to flip through the pages.
I’m so curious how you guys are going to like it!
It really is going to happen now and yes, I am nervous to the bone.
Sooo, I will show you last weeks artwork without much words.
I’m sure you’ll understand
‘Ring ring….’ - ‘ring ring….’
M: ‘Yes, who am I speaking to?’
R: ‘Hi sissy, it’s your brother here’
M: ‘Aaah, hi bro! How are things in Canada?’
R: ‘We’re alright, but what I’m calling for: I want to thank you!’
M: ‘???? Thank me? For what?’
R: ‘For that piece on your blog the other day, the Pink Floyd page.
That song, and especially that line is one of my faves. I was really
moved by your artwork.’
M: ‘That’s the nicest compliment someone ever gave me!
- Thank YOU brother!’
(A few weeks after this conversation it was my brother’s birthday. The piece
he was talking about was a page in my ‘album cover’ journal that I didn’t
want to tear out, but I made him a similar art piece on a cardboard panel.
He received it last week, so I can show it to you now.)
(approximately 20 x 32 cm - 7.9 x 12.6 inch)
I’m facing strange weeks…
(Photo: Google streetview)
No haiku today, but a poem my mum wrote in 1987
It says it all…
” Vandaag verhuist ons kind. Zijn kamer
ligt verborgen als een woord in een gedicht
dat nog niet af is, maar dat een vergezicht
geeft op iets waar voor ons samen nu
geen plaats meer is…”
(fragment uit ” Vlissingen Boulevard ” ,
dichtbundel: Voorheen te Orisande )
“Today our baby moves. His room lies
hidden as a word in a not yet finished
poem, but already gives a view
on something where there is no
room for the both of us…”
(excerpt from ‘Vlissingen Boulevard’
poetry collection ‘Voorheen te Orisande’)
(My son found a room in one of those big, old houses in the city where
he studies, and will be moving out on November 1st…)
Although this isn’t a haiku, I do put a link to ‘Haiku my Heart‘.
I’m sure the participants will forgive me for publishing this poem today.