Kiekberg

Beautiful place... Who says that Holland is flat? 😉

Wonderful nature, what a nice walking area

Beautiful forest, hill area. One of the most beautiful in the country.

What a great area, especially now all the colors in the fall

At the Kiekberg the studio is completely ready for the research: "Kieken op de Berg and the Hangbal". Appropriate and nicely ambiguous name, I like immediately. All under and over students are more or less neatly in line. They form a lock with a dome for me to pass through. The deformed limbs, grown tentacles full of nodules and scars are for some small works of art that tell stories about strength, deprivation, struggle, character. I have no choice, this is the path. On the faces I see growing pains and grimaces, but most of them grin cheerfully. I prefer to start right away, have already traveled through the night, now have to be economical with energy and fuel. It is the 4th day of the 1st month of decade 2020. But first a mandatory meeting with the Forest Council that must approve my plan for today. She meticulously supervises everything that happens here, records darkness, prehistoric ice ages and all cosmic processes from eternity. Its members are the Rulers and Gods of the Universe. Just like me, I love Weatherreport and Terje Rypdal. That makes a difference, creates a bond, I can go on without any reservations, free play. The troops are ready and eager to show me the most beautiful places, monuments, trees, pitfalls, views, actors, tubers, creepers, charlatans, forest demons, wizards, hitters and druiloren. They even get excited when they point out to me ancient traces of glacier tongues, remnants of a Roman villa or a place with badger fortresses, where we are actually not allowed. In the meantime I take a good look, register and look my eyes out. In the galleries on the highest point of the Berg I am led through the same lock with a dome. A final bacchanal, a Carnival of the Animals, the Circus by Jeroen Bosch passes me by. With a head full of impressions, sounds, colors and delusions, I go looking for the exit. Via the path with the mysterious waters that reflect deep grounds I disappear like a Harry Potter with my rocket to the space of full life in which man is startled and realizes "to be a breadcrumb on the skirt of the universe". Lucebert or Mountain of Light.