I have wild and insane and agravating memories from this so-called artisthouse. But now with the distance to that past chapter, the memories are funny, because I'm amazed that I had such a weird experience. Even the inspirations were weird as hell.
Vincent was playing his guitar »1of worlds best guitarist«
I saw a cartoon like imagery going on from it; the green greenhouse with first notes of melody coming out from the sixth floor windows on both sides, flowing through the hallways. And next plants with small leaves and flowers coming to follow, growing spreading out through the hallways and out of all the windows…