DUTCH GOTHIC 16X20 1999

You have to love a culture that treats architects like gods and bicycles like weapons. In 1999, we were not the cycle culture that we are today. I was enamored by all the beautiful women, carrying groceries and children (plural), on their bikes. Brides and bridesmaids would cycle around making a spectacle of themselves. I've got a thing for wheels. If it rolls, I will paint it.
This scene was just outside my hostel. I preferred the official International Hostel. They were better about enforcing rules like quiet hours in the dorm and no smoking. They let me exceed my allotted days because they enjoyed looking at my painting at the end of each day. As hostelers departed, they would leave me their grass. I loved the camaraderie of hostel life.