Sao Paulo, another city that never sleeps -my wife and kids are about to start a new day in Brussels and I will now close my eyes and drift.

Hoera voor dat enthousiasme op voorhand! Pieter: break a leg, dear brother!

Brussels darkens, my children sleep, the mind wanders, regrets gnaw, love comforts.

Staring through the window of our loft, observing how the city slowly strips her nightdress of fog.

:o)

Cold night, depopulated studio, brushes, black watercolour paint, a bowl of water, stretched paper; starting a seven hour non stop session.

Cities made of sugar / chocolate bars & bottles of water in "Staging silence II" / Hans Op de Beeck MAM Rio