what i dreamt about last night (2)

i was somewhere between waking and sleeping. and i saw a car with two women in it. it was like a film, because the images came to me, and i saw close-ups of the faces of the women. 

they were talking, but i could not hear what they were saying.

then, the blonde woman began talking, very slowly and with a clear voice, in german:

"zwei augen bin ich schwer

zwei kirchen bin ich schwer

ein prospektus bin ich schwer"

i don't know the meaning of those words. but in the dream it was like she was saying that she was faithful to two eyes, and faithful to two churches, but only faithful to one vision. but i don't think that's the correct translation of those words.

i woke up, but i was still in the dream, and wanted to write it down. but i could not, because i was still asleep. 

gras

a walk and a drawing

what i dreamt about last night (1)

A short recapitulation of my very strange dream this night

Me and my friend Trui had to go back to primary school. 

We heard screaming and a lot of noise. 

There were three children kidnapped. One girl and two little boys.

The whole school had to paint, draw, cut and paste, in the hope that there was at least one drawing that would be some secret code for getting the children back. 

My drawing was the one that could release the little girl. Only if i  could finish it without ruining it. 

The mother of the little girl went into the classroom, and she started crying and screaming. 

Then i was in the mountains. 

There was a race going on between three motorcyclists. 

Two had a red helmet, the third had a blue one.

They were racing towards a building were the little girl was captured. 

The little girl was the first price of the race. The winner could take her home.

The blue helmet racer won. But when he took his helmet off, i could see he had the face of a monkey. He had this strange look in his eyes. 

le ballon et le pigeon

two of my favourite paintings "le ballon" (1870) and "le pigeon" (1871) by pierre-puvis de chavannes

fur

i have so often nightmares about women and girls that are completely covered with hair or fur. 

dromedaris

sketches for a story about dromedaries

vier/quatre

my four books: my head and my nightmares

bloemenbedden

those grave portraits keep inspiring me

les ciseaux (2)

and here's the entire animation (in an awful bad quality).  

les ciseaux

the first and last frame from a short animation i've made.

londen/london

some pages of my london-sketchbook.

Brasilien. Neger.

I went to London this weekend, where I saw the exhibition "Point of View" in the British Library, about photography in the 19th century. I truly adore these old pictures.