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,