There was a time when I wasn’t really painting yet. Back then, writing was my thing. I was some kind of street poet. Many of my texts could be found on the streets of Hoorn; sometimes full poems, but mostly short, funny lines. “Was ik maar een bloemetje” (I wish I was a flower) even became a small local hit. Since it’s technically illegal to write funny lines on the street, I figured it might not be wise to take photos. So unfortunately, very few pictures of those street texts exist today.
