Some pictures of this new cockpit of mine forgetting time and space. In a week or two its done. Then I will visit each drawing again, looking for last repairs (will probably redo about 50 drawings or more) Back to work for now. This fresh white sheet in front of me has laughed in my face long enough. What will become of me when the artwork stops?
As I told you before: This dark story is haunting my life with strange coincidence. Imagine: After living in the city of Utrecht for 16 years I had to move to unknown destiny. One late evening I was checking the online offers when I found what I was looking for: An old estate. Tired of it all I hit the submit button directly and guess what? One week later I was living in this manor looking out over trees an fields, only a few yards away from the farmhouse where this strange story started in 1996! I wished myself a haunted house and got one! Goodbye small town, hello great countryside. I’m back in business!
Many times I walked in the old (1224 AC) Amelisweerd-forest near Utrecht. Sometimes, when passing the Nieuw Amelisweerd estate, I hear the giggling of young girls. Since there is always a lot of a human activity (like children having birthday party’s) I didn’t pay much attention to it. On a rainy afternoon last December however, I was taking some pictures when one of the girls actually showed up. She just stood there at the other side of the pond saying nothing. I took her picture but she didn’t seem to care. Back home I found out her reflection didn’t seem to care eighter…
Ghosts in my bedroom, november 2007 in Cornwall
People don’t believe in ghosts because of the enlightenment. I mean the literal enlightenment. The light in our streets and houses that makes us overconfident. The very moment this electric circuit shuts down, we will be seeing them again. Have you ever spend a night alone in a pitchdark forest? Try it, I assure you, they will be there.