I don’t
like rushing. At times I’m in a buzzing crowd and feel I’m standing in a time
bubble: I observe the people rushing around me, texting, missing on things
without knowing, just to catch up on other stuff they hope for.
That’s also
true for some art. Though Rembrandt is not my most favourite, his drawings and
paintings suck me into their time bubble: I slow down and observe, the more I
look, the more I discover, the border between what is actually there and what
my mind makes up blurs to a maximum.
I like
drawing dark and in that dark a lot of life, quiet, secret, discreet, shy
details that reveal a whole new world, if you take the time to discover it.
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