We zijn met z’n vieren naar een schilderworkshop gegaan bij Ateliers ’89. De workshop werd gegeven door de Venezolaanse kunstenaar Gustavo Paris en er waren 12 deelnemers. Ik geloof dat Paris de groep te groot vond en kon niet aan iedereen evenveel tijd besteden. In de 1e week hebben we 5 potloodtekeningen opgezet voor de composities. 5 concepten op papier voor de ideevorming. In de 2e … Continue reading Spaces withinn
I play with Still life photography and focus on compositions with glass. I try to catch light, colors and deformed objects in a watery context. I do this mostly in my backyard, with soft morning light. I sometimes catch a baby in a marble or my reflection, caught in abstraction or marbles in a boys hand. Continue reading Marbles in my hand
I am in my house and my house is in me. It is the only place on the planet where I feel completely at home. It is an expression of me. I feel safe and can be completely me. My true colors are in my house, Marsala and Tudor cream on the outside, on the inside mustard yellow, greenery green, ultraviolet purple and many paintings … Continue reading Powerhouse
I had a word once. It had a sound to it, something like ‘hell’, but a bird took it away, on an extravagant long journey. By doing so, this bird gave the word freedom. It took the bird quite some courage to carry a word on its wings to a faraway place, ‘cause words can sometimes harass. All of this happened while I was writing … Continue reading Blog night
there once was a rabbit had his ears dried for stupid purposes, like chewing always service minded like the earth grow ears chew little Boa sneaked in I run my fingers through his fur little wolf, almost housebroken. Continue reading 3 rabbit ears
