Mickey Wiedemeijer

Waiting for the sun.

A huge flock of young pegs settled on the wires of my hanger. Brutally drawing attention with their majority. However, when their strength is put to the test they loose their grip. They fall apart, one by one. I think they will never age like the old ones.

..is greater than the sum of its parts.

A long time ago she decided to leave. She was very old, with creaky joints while she bounced towards the woods. She looked ten years younger and happy. We found her again, deep in the soil, frozen in her final leap.

They always paid him the compliment for having an impressive moustache. He, however, could only imagine the size and shape. It was enough to use it for a cocky stare.

Skanky pink panther print wallpaper will get the job done.

After crossing the road the separation was permanent. He became a lost sole.

Exposition of "Les Deux Garçons" in Maastricht. Two artists who create taxidermy sculptures.

An old necklace I repaired today for my girl to wear to her gala. Shine bright like a crystal!

With a massive headache he kept staring at the dent in the door, wondering what happened.