Life is simple, surviving a chronic coronic existence.
Life is simple, knowing Vincent from Zundert was an amateur.
Life is simple, avoiding a Zoom-meeting.
Life is simple, it’s boring.
Life is simple with a periscope view.
Life is simple meeting viruses without microscope.
Life is simple in quarantaine. With only a catholic church and photoshop and 20th century art movements on my mind. Forget Hopper.
Life is simple with Hopper on my mind.
Life is simple. There’s nothing to clean.
Life is simple. Let’s bury Flanders & clean up the rest.
Life is simple. It’s dealing with a thin line between greed and desire.
Life is simple. It’s a final Requiem, really.
Life is simple. It’s a final Requiem.
Life is simple. It’s about the symbiosis between magenta and green.
Life is simple. It’s an everlasting last chance that ends tomorrow.
Life is simple. It’s a slow anaphylactic reaction.
Life is simple. Trial of fun all the time.
A summary of important Flemish landscapes.
Life is simple. What happens in a villa, remains in a villa.
Life is simple, it’s to gather around fragments of art.
Life is simple, it’s a temporary summary.
Life is simple, being a teaching class hero.
Life is simple. It’s a degenerated exhibition.
Exhibition, (and still more to come)
Almost an exhibition in a cultural wasteland.
(but no more to come)