Life's a Beach

Other than being wet and grumpy for the rest of the day, going to the beach was very educational. What hit me was not the actual beach, because that was wet, sandy, windy, and all in all a beach. What was behind us when we looked at the beach moved me more. It was soul crushing to be honest. Like a miniature Blackpool.

I discovered there is a place behind where I live that I'm really attracted to. Well I didn't discover the place, it's always been there, visible through half my windows and my balcony. The run down old train related building which is used as a squat sometimes, and others as a playground has given me the urge to "curate" on the outer wall of the building.

There is something very attractive about street art, and even more with the "do-it-yourserlf" spirit of art. I want to bring comic books to one of the most analogue formats: painting on walls. It has a very cave-man like art to it. Spray-painting on the wall of a building is my way of curating my own works. Bringing street art to a destroyed place.