An unknown voice in my head started talking to me when I was trying to understand and capture the colour of the sea. Why would you paint something when you can take a picture of it? A thing I share … Continue reading Bits And Pieces (Reflections About Art And Life)
Monday February 16, 2009. ´WHAT IS A STRANGER DOING IN A STRANGE COUNTRY?´ somebody asked. I was excited, and felt at the same time uneasy. Whenever I see the sea, or a fire, I fall silent, impressed by their elemental … Continue reading People Are Strange (But We All Speak The Same Language)!
Sunday December 27, 2009 AREN’T ALL QUESTIONS EASY WHEN YOU KNOW THE ANSWERS? Yes, it has been a while. For no specific reason. I’ve just been living life, instead of living the dream. And once again I felt like I … Continue reading ‘THERE IS NOTHING THAT IS A MORE SIGN OF INSANITY THAN TO DO THE SAME THING OVER AND OVER AND EXPECT THE RESULTS TO BE DIFFERENT'(Einstein)
Once again I realized that most women of my age are truly a pain in the ass. I went all the way from Ghajnsielem (Gozo) to Valleta (Malta) for a badoo date. It´s only 37 km away but it takes … Continue reading Dating The Living Dead
I finally finished ´Come Together´and put it for sale, together with ´The Ricochet´, ´Reaching Out´and ¨When Love Meets Reality´. Money, always looking for means to pay for the lifestyle. (In a perfect world I would not sell any of my … Continue reading Something Hot – Rock´n Roll Is Not A Dance
The most efficient way to get some answers is to ask questions.
And other things Google doesn’t want me to write about. Continue reading So What The Hell Is Wrong With Modern European Society?
And again the house feels empty without Zofia. “Take care honey,” I texted her. Emptiness is good. 2 days and 2 nights is as much I can take. Women tend to take up too much of my energy. I have … Continue reading Do You Know The Ricochet?
About Fashion. Charles Bukowski. My friend. Me. And starting over again. Continue reading Why This Journey Is Not A Fashion Blog
Being head over heels in love, we moved to Malta. Of course she left. But I decided to stay in voluntary exile. Continue reading Why I Moved To Malta
Being Inspired The plan was to die at 30. Well, that didn’t happen. And so it started… I don’t really have to run, but I keep on doing it. I am always running away from everything. Somehow it makes sense. It really does. Lately I have been reading a lot online about these Digital Nomads. Made me think about all places outside Belgium I lived and worked in during all those years. Of course every location is connected with a woman. What can I say? Chamonix (France), Salou (Spain), Crete (Greece), Madeira (Portugal), Phuket (Thailand), Gran Canaria (Spain), Fuerteventura (Spain), … Continue reading About Me