Not all there is to know, we can see.

There is an emptiness, a void, that has to be filled with the wild air that wanders from the mountains back to the sea. We watch but don't see what we don't know. We watch the objects but fail to see time floating by. We...

The stories are in the scratches

It's almost midnight and I am staring at my glowing screen, being painfully aware of a headache that has been following my every move the whole day. Normally I wouldn't be in Sweden right now but visiting my home country Belgium for a week to celebrate...

North always north

North is to me what west must have been for Jack Kerouac. Pulled back and forth. Attracted and rejected. The compass turns and turns, but will always point out the same. Wandering, wondering. Endlessly on the road, looking for life, for love, for the feeling...

The Rooftop

  The rooftop is a zine and a letter about love and freedom. Thinking out loud in color and shapes. Searching and wandering rather than looking for a final conclusion. It tells the story of fear, of taking the leap but also of flying free. pages: 20 paper:...

After the evening of sketching model Trixie, my head felt like it was exploding. Ideas rushing around, screaming for attention. And there is no way ignoring the call of creating :-) First step: making a quick selection, separating rubbish from useful. Then making black and white...

The rooftop, a story in process

  Day by day, the story shapes itself while a new balance is found between old and new techniques, between new and old ways of working. But the images do not only reflect the time that was spent with ink and pencils, it is also the result...