State Building. You look down. Too high to see a single man. Cars..... yes..... but
not people. You look up. And see nothing.
Now you are in the Central Park. Stones..... many stones right in the lawns. Crowds
of people. The Central Park is a magnet that constantly attracts..... people. All
around are skyscrapers. Many. Too many.
And here the crowds are moving. It's the Broadway. Nobody stops even to light a
cigarette. People are walking in different directions. Chaos. Which way to go? You
only seem to have choice. But there is none. Move! Fast! Don't stop!
The Metropolitan. So quiet here. In the center of one of the halls there is a
picture. Self portrait. One ear is cut. Self done. But this part of the head is
covered with cloth. All colours are so bright that you want to shut your eyes -
it was that unbearabbly bright sun..... yes..... too much of the heat. No people.
Crowds. Who will understand? Nobody. Who cares? He ..... he is far away.....
in Holland..... brother Teo. All pictures are for him. And this one too.....
Thanks for Teo now the painter has paints.....