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Published: July 15th 2009
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A lobsided Lord Buddha
I admit I was under the influence Thailand, Pattaya, 13-03-2009.
I wake up early morning to the soft noices originating from my bathroom where Joy is busy doing her laundry using my shampoo as a make-do detergent while whistling a Thai love song. I seem to remember finding her in front of my hotel, The New Star when I returned from Walking Street - the place to go at night in Pattaya when you fancy a bit of action - her big blueish colored left eye a dead give-away that she had another serious bout with her Small-Bestowed-Austrian-Tilak. If this was Holland I would need to have a serious getting together with this crazy Austrian sh*t but I don't like another stint in a Thai jail...
I seem to remember Me-Fell-Off-Motorbike-While-Mau waiting across the road as well. I met her earlier in Walking Street when she walked by, her arm in an impressive plaster cast. Hoping to find out que pasa I invited her over for a drink...I could have saved my Baht...off course she fell off a motorbike while drunk, they all do. You come to Thailand then check out local bare legs, chances are you will find countless small, and not so small, scars.
A Thai lady
acrylics on paper Soft snoring on the other side of the bed betrays me I must have felt really hospitable last night. There she is lying flat on her back with the plaster casted arm covering her lower body, the white of the gypsum a stark contrast to the orange colored hotel provided towel wrapped around her body.
After nearly a week in Pattaya my room is slowly becoming a free sleeping place for half the female population in this 24 hour party place. Needless to say that I find Moo deep asleep on my balcony oblivious to the hard concrete of the balcony floor.
Dozens of drawings, hastily sketched with pencil, black pen, and aquarels covering the walls, pieces of chalk, half empty tubes of acrylics paint covering the floor, an ashtray with several half smoked sigarettes, a puddle of clean water the result of melted ice normally used to cool your glass of Thai whisky, more art stuff under ny bed, pensils and a plastic plate with dried arylics paint, a pair of lady's underwear showing up like magic, my once bulky backpack forgotten in the corner, not so bulky anymore now that most of my old second
Lord Buddha
acrylics on paper hand clothes have been carried of by all these ladies who came here to pose for me, take advantage of my Dutch hospitality but often bringing food and bottles of Thai whisky, bags of ice, cans of cola and barbequed chicken legs along - the Thai obsession with food resulting in a very fatty me if I am not carefull.
An enormous image of Lord Buddha hanging over my bed, painted with acrylics on a piece of paper I found outside, is watching my progress while I try to navigate my way to the bathroom through this mess. His lobsided smile a serious proof of the state of soberty I was in while painting him. The girls love him as well as his "brother" who is hanging on the door out.
My room must be a scĂȘne out of Herman Brood's wildest dreams mixed with Peter Klashorst bound in one!!! Two Dutch artists and rock stars for those of you not from Holland.
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