Anticipation. Just before the Tina turner concert.
Opwinding. Getekend vlak voordat de lichten uit gingen voor de Tina Turner show.
I pity inanimate objects, because they can't move. From specks of dust to paperweights. Is a tree as a rocking horse an ambition fulfilled? And is the sawdust jealous? 
Snow and frost. I drew this picture on a bend in the road near Moulingen (Belgium) early this morning; by the time I finished my hands and feet were freezing. Frost at last, it was -20 last night.
I visited the museum of modern art in Cologne together with my daughter, Rianne. A small drawing inspired by the paintings of Philip Guston, an artist apparently well known in the 60-70s. I didn't know him, but Marty on Skineart pointed me to him.
Personally I'm not a Hundertwasser fan. I find his designs to be too noisy for my taste. But last monday I visited "Childern's valley" in Valkenburg (my 17-year old son Mart volonteerd to work there for a day). It's a holiday house for physically and mentally handicapped childeren and their parents. I was really impressed, not only at the architecture, but also on the joy of the children and the determination of the personnel.