Monday, November 17, 2014

Sunday, November 16, 2014

talking to myself?


talking to myself?
a little bit too much?
o, shut up!
MAKE ART!

sketchbookspread, collage, paint &marker

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

a little touch of blue

A little touch of blue...

'Moments'
abstract painting on paper on canvas, 24x30 cm



'Humoreske'
painting on old musicpaper on canvas, 30x24 cm



'The goblet'
painting on paper on canvas, 30x24 cm



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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Sunday, September 14, 2014

THE BIG RED DRAWING, dag 1

start met een lege rol pakpapier en stiften, pennen en ander tekenmateriaal...


 het begin is er....


een detail...


The Big Draw Leiden in mijn atelier


Gedurende

(13 t/m 28 september)

maak ik een hele grote

(BIG)

tekening op een rol pakpapier...

Het thema is 

ROOD

(bijgestaan door paars, oranje, wit, goud, roze 
en andere vriendjes en vriendinnetjes).

Wil je zien hoe BIG hij echt wordt?

Kom even kijken tijdens de 

(27 & 28 september).


Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Saturday, August 23, 2014

ochtendconcert

listening to the falling rain
gemengde technieken op papier op doek, 30x24 cm


Ochtendconcert

De regen roffelt op het dak,
Tingelt in de dakgoot
En in de emmertjes onder de lekkages
Klinkt soms een plons

Roffel, tingel, plons…
Roffel, tingel, plons…



Thursday, August 21, 2014

Thursday, August 14, 2014

tree 3: thinking about chaos

This morning I read a post written by Lisa Sonora Beam (read more about this amazing artist here). She quoted Nietzsche who said the following words: "You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star." Although I don't know what he meant for himself, I love his words. 

Chaos and my uncountable attempts to get a grip on 'it'. Sometimes succesful, but only for short moments. So why not use the chaos as a fertile ground for life? Isn't Life itself a result of coincidence and chaos?

I started working on a poem of which you see some lines in the picture. 



Often when I'm thinking I doodle. And this is how  the tree of today was born. She grew out of the knot of lines and dots.

Happy chaos! 

By the way: the word 'koffie' has nothing to do with the poem.It was just that I felt like I really wanted a fresh cup of coffee. 




Tuesday, August 12, 2014

draw a tree a day, day 1

A new challenge for me. Since I happen to draw a whole lot of trees, I am going to post one tree-drawing everyday from now on. I don't really commit myself to any amount of blogposts on my trees. I am just curious about what I am going to do with this. Will I post trees for a year, a month, a week or will I be bored after two days? Right now I am excited!

So here is my first tree:



Monday, June 30, 2014

what happened in crea-country today?


Every day I want to look back on a day filled with creativity.

So let me see... today:

1. I started writing my morningpages (see Julia Cameron) but it turned to doodling. All right with me: doodling is like writing for me only more close to the heart than to have to find the precise words.

2. After the doodling I was messing around with paint, not thinking to much but in the end trying to make some sense out of the random forms the paint created. If I couldn't find a meaning fast, I turned to a next page and started again. 'Let the paint do the thinking' is what I advise myself often. Can I use that same advice in a therapy or a coaching session. I am still afraid people would think me vague or soft if I would do that.

3. In the afternoon in a coaching session I tried to stay out of the negativity talk of a client. Although she has every right to complain, I don't think it is going to help her very much at this moment. It certainly took a lot of creativity to find the sparkles and to get the client to see them too. I succeeded a little bit, I think... I hope... I wish for her!

4.  Then I had a conversation with the parents of two adolescent boys with problems like autisme and ADHD. Could I help the parents find a way of coping with all the problems and the inevitable burn-out symptoms? Now they were fighting eachother while in fact they feel like they failed in their most important task of the upbringing of their children? It took some soulsearching from my side: how do they actually feel, why do they need to fight eachother, does it help if I tell them I understand where they are coming from, because I have been there myself? Do I give the right advices or should I stay out of advizing completely? 
Thinking about it now: would it have helped me if I would have tried to give their situation colors, if only in my mind? Like for the father "you look like the color red to me fading away to some burned-out black?'. For the mother: "I have this waterblue feeling with you like you try to bind everything together with the waves of understanding while the sky is getting grayer every minute?' Could it be possible for them to swim together, the father cooling down in the waves, under water not to hear their whooshing and only feel the waves?' Not to think, not to talk, just to touch the same water... together. Just like I am wishing the same thing for myself maybe...

And right now I am writing this blog, looking back on my day as an artist-coach-doctor-mother-wife... Did I use my creativity? Did I train that muscle?

Sunday, March 2, 2014

de meeuw en ik


de meeuw tikt op mijn zolderraam
steeds ongeduldiger, steeds bozer
hij gaat zijn gang maar
ik teken een pot met een plant
en oefen wat met
PAINT.NET
de meeuw vliegt weg
komt vast zo weer terug
maar ik teken lekker door...