Piet evokes pragmatically primary reactions for me, in scents and colors. In the headline picture I am in one of his works and that is from art. You don't easily annoy green and yellow at his graphic whims, but I'm not given hours of peering at it either. It has been given that I want to explain that a theme, performance or fantasy can get me going wild - straightforward or not.

Recently visited Eindhoven, more specifically the Van Abbemuseum. The namesake of this tourist attraction had a cigar trade in Stratum, and the building is located on the Stratumsedijk - that is a boost to frame! Wink to Charles I with the name in the café, it is also a champion of equal rights for woke bi-Brabos, #LGBTQ and Henri goes hand in hand.

At art collections and other exhibitions aimed at children, I had seen it before: interesting interaction. No matter how intriguing, impressive an icon may be, sometimes it doesn't come out completely, I have to confess with color. Of course, your blind staring is called that way for a reason and a hopeless passion cools down quickly. The smell, hearing and, above all, feeling of plastics is not only allowed in this museum to the eye, but even grossly stimulated.

So if you see a scratch, complementary contrast that you can't imagine, get your nose at it and breathe new still life into the expression culture, sniffing culture. Dance to the tunes of a dixieland triptych or imagine that the mannequin challenge is back from never gone. Put your finger on the sore spot of a tentacle-admission/tangible exhibition object and follow your gut.

Picasso spotted, enjoyed Chagall and then experienced the art of omission. A modest museum with allure and ambitions that can be seen. Extremely friendly and striking employees in a ditto depot with an artifice that poses a risk of recurrence. Eindhoven the craziest.

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