A Room of One’s Own

After a nearly 10 hour flight, during which I slept for 8 hours just so I wouldn’t freak out flying over the north pole and the cold Atlantic Ocean, I touched down in Amsterdam.

First order of business was to figure out my living situation.  Hours before I left Los Angeles, I received an email from my host with “House Rules” for the apartment I was to stay in.  The place is an old monastery, appropriate for an artist doing a project on prostitutes wouldn’t you say?  That tends to be how I stay balanced in this world, somewhere between two extremes. The subject of “House Rules” gave me visions of the 1970’s movie The Trouble With Angels starring Haley Mills and my own High School years at Our Lady of Mercy Academy for girls. The email sounded like I would be staying in a dorm room with shared responsibilities of kitchen clean up and a shared bathroom.  Hmmm.  OK.  Maybe.

I was met at the airport by a Dutch Artist/Diva named, Judith Leysner who is awesome!  Here is some of her work:

She towered over me by at least a foot!  She proceeded to carry my bags, teach me how to get the train, and walked me to my new home. In spite of my fears about communal living, the place is really nice, really modern and really really WHITE!  White floors, white walls, white tile, etc.

Walking down the hallway, I had no feelings of religious conversion, but I had definite feelings of insane asylum! The white floors, white doors and white walls on the way to my room at the end of the hall gave me visions of One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest.

Appropriate perhaps that a group of artists would live like this.  It made me think of Louise Bourgeois saying “Art is a guarantee of sanity.”

After a walk around the neighborhood and a wonderful lunch with my new best friend, Judith, I returned to my room and got settled in.  I learned that my housemate Daniela who I am to meet tomorrow has a radio show in the Red Light District and connections to people there that can help me with my project.

No, Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore, but this Dorothy has apparently landed in the right place.

3 comments

  1. I spent St. Patrick’s Day Weekend of 1979 in Amsterdam. Turns out the B&B where we stayed did, indeed, have “house rules” which they took very seriously. Thus, upon our departure, my friend John was asked to please never return! (ok, so he threw up on the sidewalk outside the building. And we came home after curfew.) The owner was an ogre, but she cooked a very good breakfast, if I recall.

    Also was introduced to the concept of french fries with mayonnaise (and you wonder how I’ve kept this girlish figure), which they served at the local McDonalds. There was also the tour of the Heineken Brewery (yum!), the Anne Frank Haus, the Van Gogh Museum, and a visit to Paradiso, where we saw the punk band “Crash” perform “My Way” with the lead singer tied to a cross on stage.

    And that was all in 48 hours!! So imagine what you can do in two months! xo

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