In Münster around the end of July 2014 there was one evening where an awfull lot of rain poured down on the city. That evening I was in Handorf. A lot of water damage was seen in the days after. Basements had been flooded and all the stuff in it was lost. In de weeks after people could put there water damaged goods on the streets and it would be collected. And by one of these was this little picture frame lying with its glass still intact and luckely it was not damaged by the water. But the frame looked awfull. It was painted with a dirty green. I sandpapered it and put a bollus on it on which I could lay the goldleave. And now it looks as new... with a drawing of my own. A silent reminder of that evening.
Wednesday, 24 December 2014
Musing
In Münster around the end of July 2014 there was one evening where an awfull lot of rain poured down on the city. That evening I was in Handorf. A lot of water damage was seen in the days after. Basements had been flooded and all the stuff in it was lost. In de weeks after people could put there water damaged goods on the streets and it would be collected. And by one of these was this little picture frame lying with its glass still intact and luckely it was not damaged by the water. But the frame looked awfull. It was painted with a dirty green. I sandpapered it and put a bollus on it on which I could lay the goldleave. And now it looks as new... with a drawing of my own. A silent reminder of that evening.
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