Bram Reijnders didn't start out as an artist with a beret, a sigh, and an empty canvas, but as a boy from Venray with too much energy, too many ideas, and a slight allergy to mediocrity. By now, he sells art all over the world, has galleries in Amsterdam and Eindhoven, and views fines for his street and drone work primarily as ‘marketing costs’. In *Mijn Eerste Miljoen* (My First Million), he tells how art, commerce, and a healthy dose of guts b…
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Bram Reijnders didn't start out as an artist with a beret, a sigh, and an empty canvas, but as a boy from Venray with too much energy, too many ideas, and a slight allergy to mediocrity. By now, he sells art all over the world, has galleries in Amsterdam and Eindhoven, and views fines for his street and drone work primarily as ‘marketing costs’. In *Mijn Eerste Miljoen* (My First Million), he tells how art, commerce, and a healthy dose of guts b…