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!
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!’
In 1999 I wrote a small story that accompagnied a couple of sketches like the second one you see here. Over the years I have rewritten and redrawn this story time and time again. Two years ago I was sure it was finished and ready for publication.
However I am working on it again. In the 2019 version the second image is replaced with the first one.
It is time to wrap this baby up, Eyck!
Every Thursday children, students and other youth go on strike and walk the streets of several cities in Europe to ask the politicians to take fierce actions to save the planet.
I call that: working on your future. Go kids, go!
It’s raining and it so gray outside here in Leyden, The Netherlands. Well, I guess that’s what our little country is famous for: rain. Still, I am really looking forward to springtime. The smell of new flowers, the feeling of nature waking up. Of us waking up actually! Here is to that bubbling spring feelings!
After working quite hard for a couple of months I officially seem to be able to design a repeating pattern! Hip Hip Hooray!
I am working on this beachlife piece while the rain is pouring down on my studio roof. Temperatures are dropping. Autumn is really here, there is no denying. Still, I can feel the sand between my toes.
just thinking: aren’t we all somewhere deep inside wishing we could be that dancing happy child again?