In driving by, I noticed that all parking places were occupied. The patent-artists of the last century were allotted spaces in which one could stop, but would in consequence be branded the owner of the occupied place. This is why I never lingered too long near such areas. In fact, I had already given up the search for a parking place and was pretty relaxed cruising around the parking lots that seemed interesting to me at a given moment.

When I made the painting "The Place", I fancied for a moment that my journey had come to an end. The painting "represented" nothing, all that could be seen was a white wall, a strip of flooring below, a power outlet. This empty place seemed to be an omen of the nearing end. But like any fancy, this was also nothing but rubbish. The painting emanated too much energy to have anything to do with the end. That is, if death itself does not emanate certain energy. I think I just figured out a connection that wil get me a parking place.