The bird and the church, for me they seem like opposites from eachother. The bird representing freedom and the church representing strict rules and oppression.
But I am also atracted to churches, especially the old ones. Their many beautiful details, so carefully designed and crafted speak to me a lot. Like this churchdoor, that belongs to the Saint Pieterschurch in Leyden. I love the color of the door, the window above it and the posts around the door.
This is mister Grumpy. He walks and walks and walks some more, always looking down at the ground. Mister Grumpy is an artist. He seeks inspiration, but cannot find it. This depresses him very much…
…to be continued, maybe even tomorrow, or it might be next week, depending on the inspiration I find
The god of the sea was in a bad mood, so he started killing some fishes. That made him feel a lot better. That is probably the story of tyrants in general…
I am reading Stephen Fry’s ‘Mythos’ right now. It is a real joy and I learn a lot about all the violent gods of the Greek. And then this morning this little story came up in my artjournal. Not surprising that gods and other inhabitants of the Greek mythology will visit my art the coming days. I am looking forward to it.
Two days ago I had my birthday. I am now 60 years old and I’ve never felt more free. I’m happy to wake up in the morning and to discover that I’m still there. I don’t care so much about what other people want or think of me. I know that a lot of things are not worth bothering, especially when there is nothing you can do about it. I know who I want to be with and what I want to do in my life. Can it ever be better than this? I’m now truely ‘HAPPY GREY’.
There are a lot of stories emerging from these two pages. Which one will the parrot pick to talk about?
A couple of days ago I was making this girl out of pieces of paper, glue and other stuff. Suddenly I realized that she looked a bit like me when I was around thirteen years old. I had a yellow T-shirt with a big red apple on it. I loved the t-shirt a lot and wore it almost everyday for one long summer. I washed it each night to be able to put it on again the next morning.
The skirt? I never wore one. I was always wearing jeans to be able to run around. The boots? Well, I think I would have loved to have them, but I did not.
On my wrist you see a watch that I had turned to the inside of my arm. In that time in my group it meant that I was in love. I don’t remember the name of the happy boy, but it was an older guy working on his motorbike that summer. Wearing the apple t-shirt was certainly an attempt to be noticed by him. I have no idea if it worked…
Exactly 26 years ago I became a mother. I was (am) so happy, so completely overwhelmed by all the feelings of love and wonder about this miracle. This beautiful human being that had grown inside of me and that I had the honour of taking care of.
I made colorful happy drawings and the piece above is based upon one of those.
Happy bithday, my son!
Back in 1996 we bought this big old house. We bought it because there was room enough for the five of us and room for a musicroom and a studio. The attic was supposed to be my heaven.
And it worked for a long time. But now… For several years our life is quite stressy and we’re getting a bit older (oeps) and I have let things slip a little, a lot to be honest. And so the attic is filled with remains of former lifes, former hobbies and things nobody wants anymore. It is still my studio in the sense that I have a table where I work every morning on my art. But it feels like my space is getting smaller and smaller.
I long back to that big, lightfilled rooms that I used to have and that seemed so full of possibilities. My life is still packed with responsibilities and the energy is definitly less than it used to be.
Today I thought: ‘Would it be possible to clean out my studio with fifteen minutes a day?’ That is an amount of time I am able to work on this without getting completely overwhelmed or too tired. It is also a period of time I can commit to.
Soooo, this is what I am going to do RIGHT now! And tomorrow again. And the day after tomorrow again… Fifteen minutes a day cleaning and rebuilding my sacred space, my heaven!
I’ll keep you posted on any progress.
Today, five years ago, my mother died just three weeks after being diagnosed with lungcancer, altough she never smoked a single cigarette. We as children, grandchildren, were very sad to lose her.
I still miss her a lot. I think about her every day in one way or an other. Today I though about how she would talk about her plants on the balcony. No matter how well they did, she would look at every leaf with deep interest and see a flourishing plant even if it was only this one leaf that was green.
In short: she was able to see life where a lot of us would never see it.
Mum, these flowers are for you! Today I will live my life looking at and cherishing the small things like that one green leaf on an almost dead plant.
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