Yesterday was Nieuwbouwzondag. Armed with a list, D and I went to visit a few locations in the afternoon. Fortunately, D’s list only included one nieuwbouw location. We are no longer interested in yet another new building nor the real estate representatives who are only friendly when they smell a potential profit.
The rest of the list consisted of participants of Buren bij kunstenaars. We first visited a nice couple, whom are long time friends of D’s parents. The woman turns out to be an amateur painter. We came across D’s parents, looked at the paintings, sat a bit to drink something at the couple’s back yard, thanked them, bid our farewells and proceeded to the next location on our list.
Before the end of the afternoon, D and I managed to visit four more locations. Some of the artwork are quite impressive. Two of these places offered free drinks. Most of them were happy and excited to talk about their work. Just a bunch of friendly people wanting to show their work to the public.
Our last location was a story apart. D opened the front door, which was unlocked, and we walked into a very cramped front room. We then stood unnervingly in the creepy cluttered art storage area, waiting for somebody to show up. After a few minutes, we quietly left the place and returned home. That was a weird experience…