I have only few possessions that I truly appreciate. This is one of them: after the renewed acquaintance with an old friend and bandmate, last year, it suddenly occurred to me that presumably I’m one of the few male models ever painted by Herman Tulp who isn’t Herman Tulp himself.
The year is 1989 and Herman and I play in a band. Herman just moved to his current home and, because I own a good drill, I help him to attach the curtain rail to the ceiling. As a thank you for helping him out, I get invited to model for an illustration he has to make for the magazine “Psychologie”. And, voila, after a while he surprises me with a beautiful small painting, titled “Music Therapy”. It has been hanging in my home ever since. Our guests don’t even notice it’s a painting. Some think it’s just an awkward self-portrait I made…..
Because I know perfectly well how the painting was created and because I’m happy how Herman is doing nowadays: a tribute to the master.
25 years of music therapy… I can assure you, it didn’t change me at all.
“Can I ask you something?” the young man said when he finally was within hearing range, “did you just secretly photograph us?”
“Well no,” I said, “not particularly, I just try to depict the beach life. I was struck by the composition and atmosphere more than the specific people who were in it.”
“Okay, it’s just, you hear some weird things nowadays, you know?”
“Sure, but don’t worry though, you and your family just nicely fit into a scene I wanted to capture.
I saw you were also busy making pictures.”
“Ah, well, that picture-making-thing is totally my wife’s thing, I suck at it. But, it’s the only way to take photos of the tree of us home.
Maybe you could take a picture of the three of us? With our camera? ”
And after having introduced ourselves we walked back to his wife and child. I photographed them with their EOS and we said goodbye.
“Wait, I’ll give you my business card with my website address. Take a look and you’ll see what I’m really looking for, here on the beach ….”
This year I attend the art exposition in the Vierhuizen Church again. But this time it’s different from the other editions. Anneke and I were invited to contribute to the installation “Memento Mori” made by Cees Sillen.
I’m gonna love you like nobody’s loved you, come rain or come shine High as a mountain deep as a river come rain or come shine I guess when you met me it was just one of those things But don’t ever bet me cause I’m gonna be true if you let me
You’re gonna love me like nobody’s loved me come rain or come shine Happy together unhappy together and won’t it be fine? Days may be cloudy or sunny We’re in or we’re out of the money.
But I’ll love you always, I’m with you rain or shine
Nowadays, almost everything we do we do wireless. There are cordless telephones, wireless door chimes, wireless baby monitors, wireless light switches and we’re about to charge our batteries wireless too. No hassle with telephone cords anymore, monitor you baby-child while visiting the neighbors, check you i-phone to see who’s on your doorstep, dim the lights while hanging on the couch and, really, dry your laundry wireless!
The laundry dryer might well be considered as the first machine in the wireless era. But despite the fact that it’s 30 years old or so and widely accepted, it still isn’t available everywhere. Fortunately there are these backup systems. And I must admit, that look and feel of low-tech really has something.
The best conversations are those between people who know what things are called and those who know how you do them. Paulus Schäfer explaines at the front door, after the workshop he gave on the Groningen Guitar Festival, where to put your fingers. He doesn’t care if you’d call it a third inversion of an Am7. ‘No no, just move that finger one up. You hear?’
As where I usually go from an attractive sky and search for a suitable landscape, Gerald Schuil went here especially to paint the foreground. “I had already finished the sky, which I painted lately near Termuntenzijl but it began to rain so hard that I had to stop.” “This location is nice to finish the painting”, he declared from ‘my place’ on the dike.
His work is indeed beautiful. But today it was for me very beautiful above the horizon. Well then, I just do the firmament today, as a reminder for Gerald to what he didn’t paint…..
In the morning it’s still good. But when the sun gets just a bit too bright she gets up and waggles to the only spot of shadow, in front of the printer, next to my monitor. And when she’s awake, she looks at me with dreamy eyes and says: ‘ZZZsummer, one more time. Would you please close the curtains and let me go back to sleep?’
Well, there seemed to be. The reason hereto: a reunion. A flock of about a hundred reuniticians landed over here. From all corners old Kruisweg-inhabitants found their way ‘home’. After lunch they could ‘chill out and hang around’ in our little village. Many stories about ‘who lived where’ and ‘what did they do when’. And all memories were supported by small signs with pictures of how it used to be in the olden days. An idea of Popko van der Ploeg.
In short, Kruisweg buzzed all day. Just like a sunny Saturday in the big city…
Earlier today the goalhitters of CVVB4Bier prevailed in the championship match against FC LEO. Our boys managed to beat the opposing team with 5 hits and only two goals against, which led to a burst of frenzied joy. As the name of the team (consisting mainly of friends) suggests the party was already initiated on the field with alcoholic refreshments……
Thus Philip Bloemendal could have said it. Well, sports photography: an art. Later more on my Facebook page.