The Girl

“We’ll still be friends??”, is what he asked her.
“Of course!”, is what she said.
“Okay..”, was all he could say, being glad for that and sad for how she felt.
“Wanna come in??” she asked.
“Okay..” he said, confused as he was.

“I feel like hell, I’m happy and sad. The clouds are gone, but the feeling is still there. I love her, so why am I happy??”
“I don’t get it, last night everything was so different...I held her all night, lay next to her, kissed her....Why, what happened, why did it, why did I ??” is what he couldn’t stop thinking.

“Wanna drink something??” is what she asked.
“No, can I get you something??” he asked.
She shakes her head.
“I’m confused” he said
“Why is that??” she asked
“I don’t know what to say, how to say it, what to tell...I’m sad and happy and still confused.”he said
“About what??” she asked
“About what happened, how you feel, how I feel.” he said, “about that night” he taught.
“Well it’s strange, you loving me and me not loving you, but I still wanna be friends.” she said
“I’m glad you want to, cause also losing you like that...it would make it even worse.” he said
“Don’t worry” she said “That won’t happen”
“I’m glad” he said

“But what about that night??...Was that nothing to her, didn’t she care?? I wanna know...”

“Shall I wash the dishes??” he asked, seeing her kitchen.
“No you don’t have to, I’ll do that later” she said
“But I wanna help” he said “I wanna do something, can’t just sit around here and do nothing” he taught
“No need...let’s take a look at the photo’s you made” she said
“Okay, let’s do that” he said.

Merel

Travelling

The first day of a new year on a new school is a nice time to meet new people, get to know them and start new friendships. That’s the day I met her, I believe.
She was sitting at the table next to me, working her butt off. Trying to find ways to perform the best she could on this first day. Me, I was sitting and observing this girl, doing nothing else but that.
I observed her until I knew what to do, and when I knew I did it. I started to make this fragile food everlasting. I jumped of my chair, nearly fell, and started looking for a place to work. This was a light table, just behind you. I started working and you noticed. Now you were the one observing.

We talked for a while and got to know each other. Friends we would become later.
Everything went fine and we went to Berlin. You were at my place the day before and it felt normal and familiar, it felt like I knew you for ages. The next day, while you were sleeping, the world was rushing by. When you woke up, time had passed and we were closer to Berlin. The place which we tried to discover as well as a different path.
But we got seperated by an invisible barrier between the two of us.
I had lost you the day we came to this place.

This city gives me different feelings and the city shows us these feelings.
Once there were many, now there are none. Once we were friends, now I don’t know.


I met a new girl. Her name is Merel. She is an art-student.

Artemis Polonyi

On the train,
There was a coupé,
Almost empty,
Just one Person sitting there.
I got in, sat down,
And heard her say something,
It sounded french
I wanted to answer, but did it in english

She asked what I had
been doing or was planning to
with all the gear in my backpack
I told her, it was for a project
with a girl, nightportrets
But she ended up being sick
and so, I went back home

our conversation continued,
going on and on
it was a good and nice converse
But then we heard a jingle,
“Binnen een paar minuten zullen
wij arriveren op Den Haag CS”
I looked up and on my watch
It was midnight already
and I had missed my stop
and five others...

Now I’m stuck here in Den Haag
With Artemis,
The girl kindly enough
to let me stay for the night.

Time

A Photographic Film about Time



It's a combination between Photography Animation and Film

Love Hurts

If it didn't hurt It wasn't real

If you didn't cry You didn't feel

If you didn't bleed You didn't reveal

Love makes dying easy Only if it's real

Love Hurts

Het Grote Strand

Het Leven is een groot Strand
En ik heb een klein Zeefje
Ik zoek naar Steentjes
En misschien een Diamant

Alleen voor ik deze kan vinden
Moet eerst al dat zand door mijn zeefje
Soms zijn de steentjes geen steentjes maar klodders zand
Soms is er zand dat niet weg wil
Soms blijkt een diamant een stukje glas te zijn
En Soms raak je steentjes kwijt in je zakken

Hi There!

Just showing you some of my portraits,
here you see "depression?" and "on the road"

			Depression?? Photographer: Floris van de Sande Model: Michelle van Wissen © 2007 - Floris van de Sande
			On the Road Photographer: Floris van de Sande Model: Merel Verspuy © 2007 - Floris van de Sande