Walking the Dogs!

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Today, Monday the 3rd of December 2012, we just got back from our walk with the dogs and our findings, rubbish, we pick up.

We are like bloody Saints, or garbage collectors, and later in Heaven we'll get a room with a view for our goodness albeit 2nd class because we don't belong to a religion. The best rooms up there are occupied by the Catholics, Buddhists, Muslims and a few Protestants. Oh yes of course, the Free Masons.

Carflattened cans, tops, feathers and a red spoon...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My grandfather on mothers side was a Grand Master in the Free Mason movement.

Clemens and I have both our dogs Leonardo Da Vinci and Michael Angelo on a lead and they walk us more than we walk them.

But life is great.

I went a few days through a bit of a downer but have snapped out of that, thank God or whoever.

Probably Clemens more than God as I have known Clemens since childhood when we lived both in Indonesia(Borneo and Java), Iran and Holland.

He never complains about my negativeness etc (etc=beer) but just waits for it to pass!

And it did and I even had a coffee this morning.

Looking at the rubbish every where I am always surprised that people just dump things on the ground without even thinking.

Clemens with Angelo and Da Vinci at Buchans Point Beach
So many cans, cigarettes packets, pot smoking utensils and bottle tops one must make some artistic thing out of them! I also picked up a few white feathers and added them to my master piece!

We started walking today at 7 am as it is getting too hot for the puppies. And for me too actually.

I am still trying to make this big painting called: My Life.

So far I have drawn a few legs with a baby in the middle. That is my mother and me after birth.

It is difficult to think about ones life and doing a painting of it. What do you put in and what do you leave out?

 

Photo right: Clemens with Angelo and Da Vinci at Buchans Point Beach 2012

 

I don't know. I can write all the things on paper that I feel make me for what I am. Relatively lazy, happy but full of fears. I am afraid of driving in a car and I am fearful of groups of people.

Especially when walking the dogs and we have to cross a wooden bridge and ten or more youths are hanging on it and laughing their stoned heads off but they are, so far, always nice to us. Every body in our neighbourhood knows us as we walk twice a day with these terribly friendly black and white dogs. Colly types I think.

 

 

 

Anyway, just start working Paul Bakker!

I am sure Rembrandt (Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn) said that too!!!