#666 (artist) screaming into void

The biggest problem with cliches is how good they are, yet how unoriginal it feels to use them. Maybe being unoriginal shouldn't matter much -- maybe most cliches were created as other cliches dressed up in a fancy enough coat to make everyone forget their nature. Even what I wrote before seems cl...

#665 Hating the gift

Lisa met Johny in a comment section for a post about a new pair of shoes that, for a couple of days, everyone seemed to talk about. They discussed and bonded over their shared hatred for the original poster -- who, in their opinion, wasn't cultured enough to voice their opinions. They quickly sta...

#664 Long legged monster

If you don't know, you may be one of them, but in this world, there are a lot of monsters. There isn't much of a problem being a monster, and if you want to be friendly, you might choose not to call them that -- what is a 'monster' anyway? But there is no need to be friendly around these parts. I ...

#663 Date in the wrong city

Do you ever run out of your house in a frenzy, almost late, after checking you've got everything you need, only to remember you forgot something when you're just too far not to want to go back again? I don't date much, but I'm trying to see what more than art (& family) I can appreciate in life. An...

#662 Ruined food

If you've ever wanted to do anything exemplary, you'll know that that journey is filled primarily with failures. Those who end up with anything worthwhile may start seeing them as successes; you overcame them after all, didn't you? That's a success, right? Maybe so, but that's a little optimisti...

#661 Anxious dissociation

We all know that the universe, and life in general, is bizarre. There's no way to talk about it without repeating what billions of others have thought and without sounding pretentious. And worst of all, it doesn't seem like anything meaningful is ever actually discussed when talking about it. So I ...

#660 State stole my bike

Unlike most Dutch people, who own 5-10 (one for each workday, perhaps a weekend, a vacation, or a birthday one, with some local regions having their own, admittedly weird habits too), I only owned one bike. So here's the story of how I neglected her and eventually, due to that neglect, lost her at ...

#659 Caffeine High

There you are, after your fifth black coffee, feeling high & well, seriously on edge, exactly how you like it, looking at another cup standing on the coffee table in your room. You're unsure what you're thinking about when you snap out of it and realize you don't own a coffee table. You like to liv...

#658 Grandma's ring

Some memories are questionable: is it something you honestly remember, or is it a story told to you so frequently that it starts to feel like you do? But this story is about memories that are as authentic as any other. I remember standing in this large room with tall ceilings, a friendly home, in ...

#657 Shadow Master

When I stand up from lying on the floor, I may engage in what was once one of my favorite activities, which has now become a challenge to entertain: going on a walk. And if I'm lucky, the sun will shine, and I quickly may again learn why I once fell in love. Looking around will expose too many pers...

#656 Lazybones

Looking up from the floor is a mesmerizing perspective. You get to witness this part of the room that you frequently see but rarely pay attention to. The otherwise unappealing sight has recently become a big part of my entertainment. Once in a while, I lay there for half an hour or so, often at lea...

#655 Dreams create desire

What's the most intense desire you've ever experienced? And what caused it? I often experience the most intense desire after absurd dreams, which I barely remember. Some flashes, if lucky, but the desire they inflict can persist for a week easily. And it always feels weird. In a way, it's not even...

#654 Endless hair

If you're struggling with your hair, I've got some tips. I'm qualified because I've got the longest and most beautiful hair in my city (being selectively blind.) My hair is actually endlessly long. It started because whenever I came back from the barber, I wasn't happier with how I looked, so I s...

#653 Eggs

When's the last time you've thought about breathing, or how to walk, or any of the hundreds of household items you've seen every day since basically the start of your life? Well, I hadn't thought about eggs -- chicken eggs specifically, in a while. It fluctuates, though generally, eggs are, and hav...

#652 Helping start a car

Imagine all the people you walk past you don't hear because of your headphones, a task only challenging for those who don't use them (much), but please try. For me, they're not a tool for isolation, however, it's a nice additional perk. Still, when I hear a stranger asking for attention, I anxiousl...

#651 Few clouds

I get tired of making art about my sisters, but when making art about the sky, it's too easy to inject them into whatever other narrative I'm working on. Sometimes, I merely want to look at the sky and appreciate its beauty -- so there's no meaning here. If you're looking for it, please move on. ...

#650 Waiting for the call

I feel anxious about whether I'm actually anxious or not, and I'm not even sure about the authenticity of that feeling. I've always experienced anxiety, but the feeling used to be predictable. Recently (it's already been more than half a year), it has become part of my regular experience -- making ...

#649 On being Zen

Depending on who reads this, you may not know I'm Zen. I've always been and will be for the rest of (my) time. That isn't a comment on my state of mind, which often is either quite Zen or the exact opposite; It's part of the first names my parents gave me. I'm not sure if I've ever hated it, but ...

#648 Art my parents hate

The title of this art piece is a lie, but it's more accurate than most real stories you love, which are either filled with falsities or cherry-picked -- this is what you want. So, the title of this art piece is the truth. My mom (in friendly words) keeps telling me about how she doesn't like my re...

#647 Always changing house

I've only ever lived in three buildings. The first one, because of me, we had to leave within the first year of my existence, and the second one I spent most of my life in, about 21 years. And that one building was many more houses than most people live in during their entire lives, to my great an...

#646 Innate hero complex

I'm talking to an art collector and explaining my art in a museum. I keep saying these cool-sounding, fascinating sentences. Any question they ask me, I somehow know the perfect response to -- they're amazed by my cleverness. I turn the corner, and an ordinary (for Den bosch) yet beautiful building...

#645 Hustling hobo's courage

Den Bosch doesn't have much of a homelessness problem. They exist, and some are consistently on specific corners to beg, but most of those aren't even homeless. I love walking, and the city is a beautiful place to explore (though the same buildings can only amaze so many times.) Although it's a lit...

#644 Slave to impulses

Whenever I've got any semblance of a good idea, which often is just something to complain about, I've got a tendency to express it multiple times in a short period. So, this is just another piece complaining about being hungry but then disguised by something more abstract to not bore you or me wit...

#643 Seeing yourself waiting

The topic of this art piece is a boring situation. Few people get excited by having to wait. I certainly don't care much for it, but I'll try to convince you why you should. If you're waiting and look around, you will notice something interesting, at least if you allow yourself to be entertained by...

#642 Hunger

If you analyze my life (and are a little weird), it could appear like, since the age of 14, I keep gaining weight, just so that I can lose it again, so that I can gain it again, on repeat. Since moving out, I had to relearn how to feed myself, including, for some reason, that you can't keep food i...