52ndJanuary: Now that i thought myself in stagnant waters, it is now that this important Date in November came - and spring is feeding my energy, though May is always exhausting - have to leave these envelopes today - am i obliged to launch myself or being launched, is there a choice? i prefer getting focused.

57thJanuary: when mind thinks about Theatre, the Act, the Plot and the Murder in interwoven well balanced words, meanings…every word gains in the play, chosen after long thoughts through lonely nights…how can you not shy away when Words and Meanings are used in a casual way. Empty paragraph’s of meaningless terms…remind me of second-hand all used-out chewing gum…and that’s not all yet, “pseudosciences” are gaining ground, obviously, when there’s nothing in…better fill your mind… ’twas empty anyway.

25thJanuary: Paper, pens, pencils, a virgin canvas, a box of dreams, a paper pad.

26thJanuary: Thinking my place of birth, the studio I worked before, inhaling the acrylic. The phone’s ringing. Have to wake the kids, can’t answer right now, first the… another e-mail? The paint is running dry, oh hell.

27thJanuary: Go back to the place of birth, names of locations enter my mind, those crushing waves at Port Elisabeth…This piece needs a little ochre + black, and oh a tiny bit of white…The phone again, it’s Annemie from the Gallery, not my big pieces. Not now. Have to notify the exterior lift for Paris tomorrow. No, not now, yes…yes…. I know ah…end of this year 2 exhibits? A la Recherche du Temps Perdu, alors?

29thJanuary: Is this mature work ?