I made this drawing to say thank you to my colleagues whom I’m leaving after 10 years. Yesterday was my last day in the office… I think I still need a moment to process it all: the sadness of goodbyes and the excitement of a new beginning, the waves of kind attention and gifts, the gratefulness and emptiness.
It’s always been my goal on this blog to write from honesty. I don’t believe the world is served by false portrayals of perfection or happiness: there are two sides to every coin and travel is no exception. Continue reading Gratefulness and emptiness→
Ik ben spullen aan het inpakken. Dozen en dozen vol boeken, kleren en schriftjes. Het appartement dat ik de laatste jaren langzaam maar zeker tot een thuis ombouwde, wordt nu weer leger en leger. En zo vond ik, verstopt in een vergeten notitieboekje, onderstaand tekstje terug. Het deed me even stilstaan bij de tijd. Bij het tempo van het leven, en hoe sommige dingen traag, maar dan weer onverwacht snel gaan. Ik keek door het open raam naar 2017 en vroeg me af wat ik in december zal schrijven, wanneer zij om de hoek verdwijnt. En ik ben ontroerd, maar niet ontevreden.Continue reading Hobbelige wegen→
Sometimes when I’m running errands, I like to pop into my local church and just sit. I’m not particularly religious, but I overthink my day, say thanks and sometimes – when I’m in an exceptionally spiritual mood – I chat with the universe.
There is something lovely about churches (and mosques and temples, for that matter). They hold a quiet. A piece of mind. A just sit and be. A welcome home.
I closed my eyes.
That’s when I noticed it. The church – which is under renovation – didn’t smell like the usual candles or incense. It smelled like paint. It smelled like an artists atelier, complete with a hint of dust on the floor and soft filtered light floating through matte windows.
I tried to draw my mom and me from a picture for mothers day. It didn’t turn out as good as I hoped… I really regret having done the outlines, it looked better without. But then there’s no ctrl Z on real paper…
I thought it would be nice to do a hand made gift after all those years. Because you do it when you’re little, remember? You make this useless things in kinder garden and your parents have to pretend to be super stoked about them. But then, I do agree that there is a value in hand made things that can’t be found in a bought gift so… Outlines or no outlines, it’s still better than what I did 28 years ago 🙂
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