“Hello mum, you alright? Yeah I’m OK thanks. Mum, is your laptop on? No? Oh, no worries. I was just wondering if you could look something up for me? Yes. Well, could you find out what the emergency number is here? That’s right, the emergency one. I can’t remember what they use here. Could you look it up and ring me back? Brilliant. No, no, everything’s fine. No really. I was just curious, that’s all. Okay. Lovely stuff. I’ll speak to you in a minute then. Thanks mum. Bye for now. Cheerio. Bye. Bye.”
Two versions of another scene along Nieuwe Bildtdijk.
The fishtail palms and the orchid trees, they can give you that bleeding heart disease.
Another ink drawing from Nieuwe Bildtdijk.
Nieuwe Bildtdijk is a beautiful long road near where I live, in the northern part of Friesland—the bit of coast below the Frisian islands.
This one started out innocently enough: a little drawing of a mother in law’s tongue plant. But along the way it swelled into a depiction of Korzybski’s structural differential—the idea that you can never truly know anything, only a very filtered version of it. Information comes in, information goes out, while most of it just floats away.
“Now everything’s a little upside down,
As a matter of fact, the wheels have stopped.”
Gouache, white pencil, regular pencil, gel pen and ballpoint pen
Here’s one from Tzummarum this afternoon. This is looking south towards Franeker, I think.
Another ink sketch from West Friesland. This time on Hoarnestreek, which is near Sint Jacobiparochie.
Another ink sketch from around Friesland. Also near where I live. Same great Belarusian ink as last time, but different paper.