Bert Huyghe sits alone in his garbage-riddled studio. In a world that is racing from one crisis to another, what’s left to paint, he asks himself. A room full of owls? Fruits and or vegetables? Something jungle? Yes, all of the aforementioned and more, much more. Cobwebs? Skulls? Mushrooms? Yes, yes, yes of course. Ice-cold fizzy drinks? Huge tragic dogs? Funky jazz piano’s? Allright, and so on and so forth. Maybe a tiny flower? A lonely shoe? Or fifteen rain drops? Okay, Bert Huyghe will paint all of these things, and more, much more.