Portrait 128


Tonight, the last Sunday night of March, there is another Pot Luck evening at the garden. I’m making soup. Last Wednesday i picked a whole bag full of wild garlic (daslook in Dutch). I love it. The oniony garlicky taste. The fact it only grows in spring. The way it looks, the beautiful green leaves. Soon the white flowers will pop up, now you can only see the buds coming up.

This is a basic soup. First i had the idea of making it with nettles and wild garlic. I found this recipe on the BBC Good Food website. It turned out i had picked more than 500 grams of wild garlic, so i’m settling for a wild garlic soup. Just leaving out the nettles.
Ingredients
I took spring onions with me to the garden, to slice them up finely and put on the soup once it was served.
Method







I had previous posts, asking myself this question: yes or no? Up until now I thought the answer would be yes. But there is a hesitation. There is a fear of showing myself completely. A fear of the nakedness, the utter exposure of me.
It is getting less. One step at a time. One day at a time.
So the answer is still yes. I hope i can find the courage to go ahead. The will to show myself. To sing and dance and smile and laugh. Be happy! Gloriously happy.
I hope.





















It is hard to write an introduction for pages which do not exist yet. Usually these pages of a book are written last, when the contents of the book are known. It is the place where the reader is given an clue of what to expect, the place where acknowledgements are made. Only rarely do i read those pages thoroughly myself. I skip to the contents, the index and the bibliography. You might wanna do the same thing, so i can indulge myself here a little further.
It is hard to write an introduction to pages which do not yet exist. I did set out some guidelines for myself though. I will try to think of these pages as a public diary, a sketchbook. This will give me some freedom, not everything i do needs to be ‘perfect’ and ‘planned’. Ofcourse this is only to help myself, i am a terrible control freak, often prone to a paralysing doubt about what i do and its value. I actually thought i had given up my work for good; i had found a nice job where i feel happy enough, but quite suddenly i felt the need to rethink my old work, which i made when i was at artschool (’86-’91). The idea of combining my old work and the internet breathed new life in it. For a couple of months i was thinking about this new work. The main reason i would like this to be a sketchbook is that i realise i have to start making things. Its been quite some time since i’ve really worked and i know i have to go through the first disasters before i can come up with some quality – i hope. The internet is a nice fluid medium, where pages can appear and disappear in no time.
I am not sure how these pages will develop, i don’t know how frequent the updates will be. It might be less than i anticipate at this moment. Maybe, when you read this somewhere in the future, you will know more than i do now. Maybe than, where there is nothing now, there will be something for you to discover.
From here to you:
Source: 1 July 1997

