2 days agoMember-onlySilenceSurrounded by silence. The wonderful stillness of things. Silence in my studio. Silence in my little apartment. Silence in the world. Silence enhances solitude. The silence of the mind gives peace and contemplation. Silence is when nothing gets through to you. Even the murmur of the wind falls silent. When…2 min read2 min read
2 days agoMember-onlyLaughLove to read comic strips. Laughter is wonderful. In my studio there are many comics. When I get stuck in my work as an artist, I flip through my comics and laugh. Works well against stress. Sometimes I look through my studio window and laugh at the people walking by…2 min read2 min read
Apr 30Member-onlyTinkling pianoA piano tinkle in an apartment just above my head. Walk from my studio along adjacent apartments. My thoughts are with my new painting. Walk in the sun. The first warm day of this spring. The piano creates a melancholic atmosphere, which suddenly overwhelms me. While the world immerses itself…2 min read2 min read
Apr 6Member-onlyRainIt’s raining. Spring is waiting, she doesn’t want to get wet. My studio is gloomy. The melody of the drops against my window reinforces that gloom. The blank canvas talks to my melancholic mood. I look at the drops on the window of my studio and the randomly formed patterns. …2 min read2 min read
Mar 19Member-onlyShadowSit in my studio watching the play of shadows. The sun plays with the contrasts laid out over the floor and walls. Follow the slow sliding of the shadows. Suddenly remind my teacher at the academy: where there is light you can shoot! With the passing of the shadows, I…2 min read2 min read
Mar 4Member-onlyCurtainsYawning, I open the curtains of my bedroom. Before my sleepy eyes, unfolds a world bathed in sunlight. Curtains are a kind of dividing line between two opposing worlds. My bedroom curtain separates the sleeping world from the harsh realistic outside world. I’m still a bit drowsy in the kitchen…3 min read3 min read
Feb 12Member-onlyCelebrationCelebration. Celebrating something. Going crazy about something. Eating, drinking laughter, arguing. I hate parties. Why? The next day you have already forgotten what the party was for and about whom or for what the party was held. As an artist, you are asked for quite a few parties. Most of…2 min read2 min read
Jan 21Member-onlyDaydreamingEarly in the morning when the sun cracks between the curtains, my thoughts wake up and the morning chill tells me that the sun will have a hard time. My eyes wander through the quiet room. The sounds from outside try to shape my world. I pull open the curtains…2 min read2 min read
Nov 13, 2022Member-onlyReflectionsSitting on a bench on the side of a canal in the heart of Amsterdam, I look at the beauty and sadness of autumn. Dry rolling autumn leaves make a crackling and shuffling sound as they are driven by the whispering wind over the pavement of the city. In the…3 min read3 min read
Sep 25, 2022Member-onlyTHE MURMURING SEAThe sun dips just behind the houses of the city, which borders to the bay. The bay over which I stare used to be one of the ports from the time when the Venetians still ruled the areas around the Mediterranean Sea. The calming clatter of the murmuring sea against…3 min read3 min read
