Today it is Wetter-day, which means I only work with water and tape, in my case. These series are coming along fine. Today it is also Father's day, Vaderdag, which does not particularly mean a lot to me, firmly believing that you shouldn't have specific days for mothers and fathers or Valentine's or whatever you have these days, but it does mean a lot that I am still able to call my father, which I did this morning, and that my stepson is coming over to Leeuwarden right now, which is superb. The fact that I can call myself a father-figure, because I stayed, did not leave, is quite a gift. Time in that sense is a gift, the fact that you have that history of years, and that the current three-week solitude produces new space for sensibility, feelings, love.