As I was browsing through a recent copy of Country LivingUK magazine, my eye fell upon Francesca Kaye's vibrant handpainted stoneware platter. Eager to learn more about this artist I googled her and found her Instagram page, where I saw her version of the Mexican Tree-of-life candelabra's I knew so well from my youth. All of a sudden an old love was rekindled: Mexican tree-of-life candelabra's my dad used to bring back from businesstrips as presents for my mother. As I child I had always loved these cheerful candle holders and whilst we were tidying up our parents' home after their deaths last year, I took the objects back to my home. Years ago they had already inspired the countless oil on panel tree-of-life paintings I then made. Now I paint with my watery inks on hand-made papers and am especially fascinated by the graphic quality of the 'backsides' of the trees, reminding me of the skeleton trees in our garden and nearby Lingebos during Winter. I have fallen in love all over again......
alsook kleiner werk op allerlei maten papier: restjes inkt, restjes verf, restjes papier
Beasties Birthday Calendar
here are several examples
the calendar is for sale in my SHOP
a box full of old letters & numbers
a box full of inspiration!
I am filling old, crammed and new, empty sketchbooks with drawings, paint (natural) inks numbers letters, paper of manifold thickness, old postcards, stamps; old leather bound books get illustrations
hare telling a tale
ambition looks in the glass
A photo-album we found during the big tidy-up in our parents' house; we have no idea what it's for and suspect it came from our grandparents on dad's side, possibly our gran collected the images. They look like examples of poses made by many different photographers, often their studio names are printed on the back. I have appropriated this book with it's contents and paint over the images with East-Indian ink and gouache
I call it metamorphoses or transformations
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In the last year I have lost both parents within a space of three months. People say:
'they reached a ripe old age'
'better like this than the other way around'
.....yeah right, whatever
I miss them
All I have left are memories
handsewn mother-apron and vintage child's apron, photo from the 70ties
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I've recently become enamoured by mycelium mycelium
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On the Westwall of my studio there hangs a doll-house. After a move from the East, this dwelling has been transformed from a long, vertical multi-floored house with extensions to a square construction with French doors.
It's many inhabitants are Beings who have travelled here from all over the world in search of a safe-haven.
Some are here to stay, others are just passing through.
I record their stories on my weblog Tales from the Birdhut.
If you click on the label 'dwelling' in the blog, you'll discover the many posts where you can read all about their big and small adventures.
I wish you loads of reading fun.