One of the fun things of being a maker is that exciting moment when the final product is ready. When sketches become a real drawing or painting in a frame, a book that is ready to fly out. On these pictures, it's the little drawing or print that suddenly becomes...
With sleepy eyes, I checked my phone that morning. Just before getting out of bed and getting started with the day. We already had plans, but suddenly I saw an Instagram post by Kitty Crowther, mentioning not only the exhibition in Uppsala but also a lecture in English! Holy morning...
Even when you expect it in some way, having to say goodbye always comes as a shock. Suddenly any later, any plans or dreams get canceled and although I couldn't imagine a life without any of them, the world kept turning. The snow would fall and fade out the colors,...
It's been a while since I posted my sketches. Some days I forget, but now it's also been a while since new ones found their way to the good old sketchbook. With the light returning to Sweden since hm...
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 can't see what we're not...
MMTM, aka the no-secrets-month! It's been one week into the #MarchMeetTheMaker challenge where every day you get a prompt that will ask you to share something about yourself and/or your work. Since it's mostly focussed on Instagram, you can connect with other makers by following the hashtag (it's a rather new...
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 my grandmothers 94th birthday, meet...
When I was in Belgium a few months ago, I bought a few different types of lino to experiment with. Since this type was much softer than the one I usually use, it doesn't have to be warm to be cut in a gentle way. It sounded great for cold...
We don't meet as often as I would like, the sketchbook and I. The cold winter days are short and dark and I'm struggling to fit everything that I want to do in the few hours of light. And it's too cold to paint or draw outside, especially since I'm...