(Though the male figure in the illustration is a bit too bold for a student. But still..)
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Proper illustration of the Student Life
(Though the male figure in the illustration is a bit too bold for a student. But still..)
Friday, April 23, 2010
Logic II
Who saw it coming
Every day in life
I met my future husband
In five years I'll meet his wife
Who saw it coming
Why let it pass
Every day in life
Is a day without logic
Though not without sense
Every day in life
I met my future husband
In five years I'll meet his wife
Who saw it coming
Why let it pass
Every day in life
Is a day without logic
Though not without sense
Institute of Art History / Kunsthistorisch Instituut (KHI)
This is the place where I'll probably be spending most of my time the next few years...
What am I doing here?!
Well, the last few days I was wondering if I should start a blog, and most of all I was questioning myself if I would do the world a favour with the things I'd post. The fact is that I just don't know, probably not, in terms of "making the world a better place". But on the other hand it won't harm anyone (well, not on purpose..). So, anyway, what I'm going to do is posting photographs of the metropolish world around me, together with poems and thoughts. Sometimes in English, sometimes in Dutch. I hope that's OK with the world wide web and the world of bloggers. Enjoy or press escape. :)
New Flesh in the Metropolis
Though it's never obliged to introduce yourself when you're just another girl starting a blog, I will shortly introduce myself to the world wide web and the world itself, or whoever's going to read this.
I'm new flesh in the metropolis.
I wasn't born in the city. In fact, in my home town, where my parents still live, we have horses behind our backyard. Sometimes you can bike on the middle of the street without bothering anyone. And sometimes, during summertime, when the road to my parents' house is dusty and the sun is shining over the fields, you can pretend like you're in France. Especially when listening to Comptine D'une Autre Eté.
But that's not the case anymore. In my case, the metropolis is Amsterdam. It's me and the city now.
It's not like I'm lonely. I'm growing, and at the same time I'm becoming smaller. That's what happens when you live in a crowded city I guess.
Maybe you question yourself, why I moved to the city. The answer is rather simple, though based on several reasons. I always wanted to live in Amsterdam. I rather not explain too much why, 'cause it will make me sound all cliché and touristic. Another reason is that I study Art History at the University of Amsterdam, which is...great!
That's all for now, if you don't mind. Thank you.
I'm new flesh in the metropolis.
I wasn't born in the city. In fact, in my home town, where my parents still live, we have horses behind our backyard. Sometimes you can bike on the middle of the street without bothering anyone. And sometimes, during summertime, when the road to my parents' house is dusty and the sun is shining over the fields, you can pretend like you're in France. Especially when listening to Comptine D'une Autre Eté.
But that's not the case anymore. In my case, the metropolis is Amsterdam. It's me and the city now.
It's not like I'm lonely. I'm growing, and at the same time I'm becoming smaller. That's what happens when you live in a crowded city I guess.
Maybe you question yourself, why I moved to the city. The answer is rather simple, though based on several reasons. I always wanted to live in Amsterdam. I rather not explain too much why, 'cause it will make me sound all cliché and touristic. Another reason is that I study Art History at the University of Amsterdam, which is...great!
That's all for now, if you don't mind. Thank you.
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