And sometimes it rains
In minutes everything can change, the clouds have their own competition in the sky. Who is fastest and who drops the most water. The wind move the sand, a dance … Continue reading And sometimes it rains
Category: inspiration
Kijkduin
Kijkduin is one of the Den Haag (the Hague) beaches. It’s a more quiet beach, even on a beautiful day there is space. I like to call it my back … Continue reading Kijkduin
Life
Waking up, breakfast, then studio. Painting on the Future series, my world, my universe… everything connected. Often when the painting feels like it’s placed it self in it’s own world.. … Continue reading Life
Time
In the early morning it’s like aliens have arrived with eggs of ideas. Ideas of.. my feet get covered with sea water, cold, but still nice. What could the eggs … Continue reading Time
Not this time
Back home again and I find it difficult to find the flow in the studio. Walking up and down the beach. Every moment that my eyes see the sky it … Continue reading Not this time
A year ago
A year ago we signed the contract and bought this beautiful place. In the evening we put all the cleaning stuff in the apartment and…..the windows in the living room … Continue reading A year ago
Life is art
Everywhere I look I see art. Colors.. they touch my soul. Compositions pull me inside. Light, giving pure happiness. It makes me wonder, why this need to paint? and why … Continue reading Life is art
Alone
Monday, emptying my head, need to make space. Thoughts like, why do I do what I do? Trying to find answers, and after a while trying to find reasons. The … Continue reading Alone
Ever-changing colors
How can water, salt and oxygen give so many color variation? Is this real, this color , it’s so.. indescribable.. Is it the dark sky, the blue grey, before the … Continue reading Ever-changing colors
Starting point
Nature give forms that I can play with. Drawing with my fingers in the sand, making small holes or big sweeps… straight lines and .. marks. The controlled mixed with … Continue reading Starting point
High
Walked for an hour, the beach is soft. I am warm, to much cloths on. When leaving home the wind was cold, but now… the sun is warmer. A break, … Continue reading High
Inside
The light on the beach reminds me of the eyes of a happy child, brighter than bright, lighter than light. Looking closer, I see the twinkle in the eyes.. or … Continue reading Inside
