Old Water too

About the craft of a thatcher, which still exists today.

Accept and love everyone’if possible, even the ones who seem
weird/strange to us. This guy seems to do this to a whole bunch
of them.

Illustration about a possibility to being member of an scheme in which your kid
get’s regulary a new bike, fit for it’s age age and height. In return for the old one.
Modern Times.

Here are 2 views of a Hong Kong 3D-map. 4 Zoom levels and no people to live in it. It looks devastated.
And maybe that’s better anyway. Only perfect people can live here. Barbies and GI-Joe’s. Yek!!

This is the colorplate, a 2 pages spread.

Anouncement for a coloringcontest, to win a day, with family in a big Dutch Zoo.

Some music gives you sensations to your body. With me it happens
when hearing “Song to the Siren” performed by “This Mortal Coil“,
a song, original from Tim Buckley. Movement in my brain, shivers
in my back and my shinbones seem to move forward, without the rest
of my legs. An orgastic sensation.

On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.

And you sang “Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you.”

Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?

Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, “Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow.”
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I’m as puzzled as a newborn child.
I’m as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?

Hear me sing: “Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you.”
“Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you.”

Caterpillar cannot leave music out of his desire to express the joy of spring. But he used spiderweb for strings.