"Can I get your bottle, please" he said, my childhood friend, standing beside me, as I hold the bag, that contained all the bottles we collected since our last walk to the shop
Who came up with building things like this for a factory making beer?
Sitting in history
I pick the motive in the middle, like it, it reminds me of opening the drawer, where my granddad kept all the things he didn't know where to put.
A square I know well
There is a bench here, it has a lamp over it, so during the day, and still in the dark Scandinavian evenings, I could continue to paint. I sat watching people walking by and did many street sketches of people from here
The museum of quiet
Could sit here in the afternoons, after the schoolkids had left, and just watch the light, and study the sculptures in the winter days
Cafe in an old church
The stories might be different, but most important is that we still share them
Wind swept square of Justice
Walking past the square on a windy day, getting a cheap cup of coffee and a croissant from the 7-11 on the corner and placing myself so I can paint the place... So many times
Loosing the sky to architecture
When I started out on watercolors I painted the sky, but I lost it studying architecture. Painting the sky was a no-go on the Royal Academy...
The Art shop around the corner
Through the years I've seen a few art material shops come and go, just here used to be two, wonder if they all went online, or just away?
Cramped far in the bushes I was all concentrated on my painting when I heard a voice... "Frits! Is that you in there?"