drawing | family

it's been a while (library school to be exact), when i came across a less obvious definition to family. just as much interrelating as the family troupe we commonly know, but alot, and alot bigger: the family of nouns, the gathering of terms, the sharing of definitions, the organizing of things. let's also think amoebae.
let me assure you, back then, i grew pretty desperate on the subject. trying to grasp it, i cursed under my breath. for there's a system to work yourself through, there's a one and only way to do this properly. i only just passed the test. and forgot all about it by the time we left thesauri behind. still thinking amoebae.
since family as we know it comes a little akwardly to me anyway, i would like to grab the bigger picture. of course, one could also argue i just felt like doodling about in organic thoughts. greta thought up family for this week's theme.

greetings from anvers, jardin zoologique

[pictures found in thriftshop, lessines/lessen, be]

yes. anvers is antwerp. will always be that. in the tender fifties of the previous century, both flemish and french (sub)titles were applied in flemish places of interest. 

but what am i saying? today english is added. multilingual, for sure. i wonder what the beasts of today think? 

do they think at all? ☻

corner view ≈ the last thing i learnt

old shop front
ninove

i love a theme that makes one think. i like it lesser when i can't think up something. 

"i'm being collected!"

i guess one of the funniest latest things i learnt is not to grip an iron skillet with my bare hand. 

old shop window
bruges

one of the things that made me jump, literally, was when i fixed my new bed, without shoes on. we all know the painful consequence to that. [toe nail finally gone, stump of a nail instead. ah well]. 

"do not run - DANGER"

will i always wear hand protection, will i unfailingly wear shoes? nope. because even though i learn things, i remain pretty templated. or patterned. rash could be another word for it... [sigh]. ☻

sophie chose this interesting theme, on jane's corner view, hosted by francesca.

colour

elogedelart.canalblog.com 
[discontinued]

two years older than my own mother, and he's (unlike her) sounding like a monument. he's looking it too. he is totally unknown to me, but here's what happens. 

http://www.borntobenervous.com/

i am drawn to the posture of a man in a checkered shirt, on the telly. his voice screetches a little. he's talking about marit, being a precious gem in his later life. he finds himself in front of the camera. the backgrounds are chaotic but colourful. i don't mind the atmosphere of the interview and start listening. it takes one and a half minute exactly to realize i am witnessing gold.

http://evewithoutadam.net/

the man's wit, wisdom and creative abilities fill the screen in spinning succession. he's painting a portrait of marit in a tiny sketchbook. colours on paper. then i look around. on the walls, on the shelves, in the air, colour specks crackle. depth and vibrancy of colour. his late partner soames (bantry) in a few black and white portrait pictures. the memory of her. i'm sure i freeze. at some point i start crying. i rarely experience this. i feel like i have come home. 

http://www.lensculture.com/

photographer and painter saul leiter is showing selected work in gallery fifty one, in antwerp, until october 29th. a surprisingly illustrate artist at arm's length. i feel lucky.

drawing | breakfast

i had a peek at patrice's breakfast table yesterday morning, and boy did i feel honoured, to be invited at the table with all of you challengers. indeed, we may not touch the food, if we could only sit together like this, in the flesh. i finished my little contribution late last night, thus only now i feel ready to take my seat. patrice's table is here. thank you, love, i'm only having the brekkies of my life!♥