He just had to have them, but couldn’t decide where to place them. Should it be next to his canopied bed at his colorful, little castle in the south part of Holland? Or at his strictly in shades of whites designed apartment in Amsterdam? At the very same canal I used to live.
Anyway he needed a bit of advice and a chauffeur taking him there and if I would be so kind…!
It was my pleasure! Dying as I was to see the places which I heard so much about… 
This was the beginning of a wonderful and inspiring friendship. 

It was at his place in Amsterdam I noticed a couple of big books about the art of Leonor Fini. Immediately I recognized the painter of my spring goddess, but innocent and sweet?
I was surprised to see a side of her preference for pure innocence she also had quite another, more dark, side. 

This discovery made her work far more interesting and I understood exactly why Corstiaan was so fond on her creations.
Both of them had had an art education with a lot of flair for fashion design, but boy, O, boy, what a delightful naughtiness bubbled up from the cracks of their subconscious.



“Ah, you better wait till you will come to Mill ( the village in the south) 'cause there I have a real one’, had been his comment on my discovery. And so it was indeed.
But Corstiaan wasn’t only handling his pencil as a real master. He also has a real talent for interior decorating. Fooling around with, materials, colors and lights like he was Rembrandt van Rijn himself.

Corstiaan doesn’t live in his houses just as every other ordinary guy would do. 
 

He will endlessly play around till he  composes the most gorgeous magic box.

Such a talent is a rather cruel gift of the gods, because the sweet inspiration to create perfection, makes it almost impossible to have a living creature around full time.
Such a person, wants to read his morning papers and worse, would have the nerve to lay his feet on the table. Things like this are disturbing the dream and that’s: Au!

The evening Corstiaan peeked through the windows of my shop immediately he recognized a sister soul. In this we were two birds of one feather. I also find such a joy in moving everything around till I have created perfect harmony in a still-life. 

 

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