I found this drawing in a stack of paper in my studio. The birds may be part of a new story to come…
Today my parents would have had their birthdays. My father would have turned 90 years old and my mother 93. They are still missed a lot. But today we also remember what they gave us. For instance they gave us a whole bunch of brothers and sisters with whom we can share life and memories. But they also gave us a way of looking at life like it is a colorful road, where there is a lot of interesting stuff and people to see and where stories are spread all over the place.
I am forever grateful for that. Thanks Mom and Dad!
The girl that did not get the Valentine-card…
It is quiet in the house so early in the morning. I hear the birds sing. No, it is not singing, it sounds more like chattering:
‘How did you sleep, love?’
‘Quite well, actually. The cat of the neighbours scared the shit out of me only once this night.’
‘Good for you! Well, have a nice day, love!’
‘You too! Kiss, kiss!’
‘Have a nice cup of tea, love!’
I made this one in honour of Heather and Jan, who came to visit me the other day. We had a conversation about the friendlyness in the English language.
This is a paper collage and drawing in which I later put some of my patterns. I reworked that again digital. A whole lot of work for one image and I think there is some more work to do on this one. It is funny: the more I know about drawing, scanning and digital reworking the longer it takes to finish a piece of art.
I found this on the back of a painting today. It fits the day perfectly. Here is what is says:
I hear the dove
I see some glittering of the sun
The still bare tree,
Filled to the brim with life…