This summer

Last summer Joost (Lijbaart) and I were married for 20 years. The camshaft of our car broke on our anniversary and instead of going out for dinner we were waiting for the tow truck service to pick us up. This appeared to be an adorable guy who was taking his (Sunday)shift with his wife and daughters. We got a replacing car and our car was put on a transport back to NL. A few weeks later my bag was stolen with an overload of important things in it. Plus the key of the borrowed car and the key of the borrowed house. I was invited to stay with people I met only that day, organisers of the market I was in. The day after the portrait mask of Frida Kahlo found a home. Again one week later I was travelling to Africa with Under the Surface (Sanne Rambags, Bram Stadhouders and Joost Lijbaart), my first visit to this continent. I saw trees that were doubling as shops, filled with baskets. I saw elephants bathing, lions eat and zebras and gnoe and red dragonflies. I saw Mango and Kapok trees and mahogany and ebony trees and sisal plantations, lasting from colonial times (isn’t our entire world lasting from colonial times?) and a turtle of 194 years of age…I talked about compost and slave trade, about bananas and cashews and got the great music as an extra gift.

Such a great summer.