Hello...This overrated baby is guestblogger on KAGANOFs site...Kaggie doesnt really need an introduction..Does he..? Well uhm ok..aka Ian kerkhof: director filmmaker/poet/writer/artist..(/former lover/former friend/present poltergeist of my mind)..Sooooo..click on KAGABLOG and if you dont see me go the the right and look under the name of Andrea..(mainly stuff from my flickr account..but still pretty nice I reckon)

Now so the digital world is nice and good to me..But what about the real world??

KAGABLOG

Yes..I have kinda been following the news around that awefully british looking frontman of ''The Libertines'' ;Mr.P.Doherty...But I havent been following The Libertines...I should have had..Because since childhood I always had a serious weak spot for british ''guitar bands'' (or Britpop as it was called when I was young)...Until yesterday when I was looking for new fresh mp3s and I ran into a blog with Libertines mp3s and it is NICE.....Too nice to keep it all for me...

So here s the link:KWAYA NA KISSER        (that is the name of the audioblog with the mp3s)

Enjoy!!!!

WOOSTERCOLLECTIVE

Above one of my favourite streetart blogs today...Nice streetart from all over the planet,handy tips on ;''how to do certain things'',some rare footage (basquiat interview..with a totally fucked up very young unknown Basquiat)...Here something that I liked ...

"Sculpture is something you bump into when you back up to look at a painting.”
—Ad Reinhardt

Yesterday artclass.....had a nice (girl) model and I had a huge stack of cheap paper..And we did quickies..5 minutes top. Charcoal and of you go....Im so stiff,so calvinistic...that it shows in everything..In my daily manner..In my drawings but also in the body movement..My teacher was simply demanding that I need to relax..The guy sorta showed guru qualities,like:''Hey Andrea its monday ,and you have ARTCLASS and its F.U.N.. FUNNNNNN!!!''

''You need to SWIRLLLLLL you charcoal over your paper!'' Things like that...Actually I wasnt annoyed or anything..which is rare..I left my cynic,and sarcastic behaviour at home and it was nice for a change. I opened up,told curious classmates about my life,about the job of the old hubby..Who works for a company that is specialised in Hemp and cannabis...Thinking Im amongst peers...

But I wasnt...Sigh One student (an old bitter fag) made fun of me,while I was franticly trying to explain to narrowminded peeps that a company like SENSI (the one of the old husband) could operate in other countries selling hemp products and not weed or anything...

Now I have to be all rude,and closed up again....Sigh..Dutch people are boring,they remind me to much of my self...even in liberal spaces like artschools they cannot comprehend the benefits of something slightly un-orthodox...They hear cannabis and they think about drugs,junkywisdom blah blah...Meanwhile those same narrowminded *ssholes spend every lousy  day on ''Borrel uurtje'' where its completly normal to drink 1 or 2 bottles of alcohol...Poor Bastards..

Anyway Im swirling away,and I love the fact that this is my life,and that I start to care less and less..Yes so what they look down on me..I couldnt care less (eccept yesterday which Im not going to tell about how i was sobbing tears and snot on the chest of the old ethnic immigrant husband/boy friend..Gotta love them those weird exotic latinos..yupp!!)..

So ask me again why I surround myself 24/7 with this macho kinda portugese man?

PS Tigra..Was thinking about your comment..Yes I am manic from time to time..Since puberty..what does it mean???

OK So I tend to be over dramatic,lets just blame it on my sex. Bit frustrated from time to time..Neurotic too. This blog is a wonderful place to dump all the bullshit without having to go to a therapist . So if you think comicgrl is all about happy little nothings ..well You are Right!!..From time to time I have a bit of a outburst.

Now im going outside to pick daisies and to skip and jump and to sing:Lalalalaaaaa!! People on the streets (of Amsterdam) will soon recognise the sheer fun and search into their innercore to find that spark that makes them happy as well. We will all hold hands. And hug eachother..We will sing mantras...or come up with a jell.

So if you live near ;Overtoomsesluis...Be there at 14.00 pm this day ...We will meet at the:Visboer,near the bridge....I will be wearing a red rose. Come along for the happy times

I am a loser...big time...my art is so lame...so nothing...I have a crisis..It fucks me up..I really shouldnt..Worse things out there I reckon...So isolated from everything....Was invited for an exhibition from Peter Klashorst at The Donkersloot Gallery...But i fucked it up...Didnt had a babysitter,was too afraid too shy to go on my own....

Can you believe that I hate being me..I want to wake up and be glam..Frustrated..this cannot be my life..this walking talking cliche...grrrrrrrr If this is going to be the rest of my life then even death seems soothing....OK over the top will cut it out