Graphite on the dancefloor,
in the living room, on the wall in the hallway and on my bike.
I make an inspiration date,
during dinner I form a subject into the piece of graphite, which I carry with
me.
There is jumping from a
self-made storey, paper and pink paint break my fall while four ladies in tutu
tattoo me.
With warm lemonade in my
percolator I see the world turning.
It is a drawing for the
washing machine, relaxation and motion.
I sign, with greetings and
suchlike,
Alex.
