Waking up in the morning, the forest scent finding it’s way through the open window. Breakfast outside, sky changing from blue to grey, to greyish black, to… and the drops … Continue reading Summer studio
More than needles on a branch or leaves in the wind. More more than schadow for the sun or protection against storm more than branches to make fire or planks … Continue reading A tree is more..
Just wondering.. how come the flowers .. the gardens… the sweetness suddenly feels .. What does it feel like? Is it a longing to lay in the grass?Or another way … Continue reading How come…
Every day, well nearly everyday on my way to the beach I pass a beautiful garden. Filled with wonderful flowers in all kind of shapes and sizes… can’t help myself… … Continue reading New inspiration
It is such a treat, walking on Kijkduin beach when the wind is blowing, showing of it’s power. All these colorful kite’s in the sky. Butterflies strong enough to carry … Continue reading Like butterflies
Thursday I was lucky enough to take my beach walk when the Tallships where sailing in. Fantastic! They will stay in the Scheveningen harbor until Sunday. If you want to … Continue reading Time travel?
My Swedish family has been over, and whiles taking a beach walk, a very nice woman from Omroep Max ( Dutch Television) started talking to me. I am very honored … Continue reading 15 seconds of fame
Now it was time, it took some searching to find my watercolors, haven’t used them in ages. Packed my bag with everything needed, the colors, old wallpaper ( great to … Continue reading Studio
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
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
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
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