“Why“, you might ask, “why in the hell of eternal    ignorance   are    you    doing    this,
Van Bodensteen?“ – An attempt at rapprochement: While the dung fed smoke angrily curled from our suburban huts, tirelessly painting the fall air black, a pair of longing eyes set their target at an underwater bridge to be built.
Wooden and rickety at first, it shall eventually become shiny and made of pure Polyethylene Terephthalate. And, speaking of poly, I love the polychrome of humankind playing in the sun; light-footed, abandoned and oblivious. Let me join in. My art is dust, but stardust to me. Please buy some merch.