Most of the time I feel I have the best job in the world. But last Tuesday I had my doubts. I went to see the Marlene Dumas show in the Stedelijk Museum in Amsterdam. Oouch. Being an illustrator is amazing, but being a painter really must be the best. I miss my own painting days sometimes. The oil, the canvas, the hours spent just watching the painting. Contemplating, removing, adding. Wonderful. But who knows... I still see myself in a big workstudio someday. But for now I do have the best job in the world. And my studio also is my livingroom, with great music, my computer and my pentablet. Making wonderful work, seen by many as well. And Marlene, thank you. For the energy and good spirits that bursted off those canvasses....
