on the plane

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Sometimes you have the luck to meet up with beautiful people unexpectedly. Six weeks ago I took the early morning flight from Basel to Amsterdam. Departure at 6.50, yes really early. I don`t know about you, but I’m not the most talkative person at this time in the morning. So I was happy to find out I was only with one other lady in a row of three. Litrally a bit more space to wake up. I snoozed a bit and so did my neighbour. Toward the end of the flight I picked up my book. The book that made my neighbour connect with me.

>> may I ask you something
>> where did you get that book?
I bought it directly from the writer after a coaching week
>> were you in Val Sinestra?
Uhhh yes… -big eyes- how do you know
>> I met her the weekend after at a seminar
Uhh ok, that’s a coincidence, wow
We chatted a bit and with every sentence our eyes got bigger. It seems we previously lived around the corner in Enkhuizen in Holland without knowing. We had the same yoga teacher and this lady had told her several times to contact me because she thought that would be a good combination. I worked closely with her husband. And now it works out she lives just one village away from Basel. How bizar. How beautiful. Can`t wait to see her in half an hour and drink coffee together.

growing together

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There she goes. Two years later than anticipated she found her home. I’m very happy somebody finds her as beautiful as I do. Somebody strong enough to live with her.

I painted Growing Together two years ago under commission. A couple had seen some of my works and wanted one for themselves. I went over to their place, discussed their wishes and got to work in my atelier. Once finished the painting we contacted over Skype, me in Basel, them in Holland. They loved it. I organised transport to Holland and handed the painting personally. There their hesitation started. “The work is strong and intense, would it be too much for us?” In the end they decided not to buy it. A hard lesson to me. To understand it`s not me they reject but one of my works. To understand people like my work but do not have the strength to buy and live with it. To understand my work involves business as well, despite all tender, love & care I prefer to put my energy towards. To understand this and even more difficult, to accept this all took me a while. I got through phases of insecurity and anger. To the point I almost sold the work for an ikea price. It was there and then a little voice inside telling me a buyer will come sooner or later. That I should not give my paintings away. It is the value I give it myself, that will be reflected in the physical world.

The buyer came. At a very unexpected occasion. I met her during a coaching week for high sensitives. She saw the painting on my website and got struck by it. We agreed a weekend she could come over to Basel to connect with it and make sure she wants to buy it. Somebody wants to come over from Holland to Basel to meet one of my paintings… wow!! And a great meeting it was. I felt this lady is the exact right person to buy the painting. As she came in by plane she could not take the painting because of its size. But hey, there’s the universe at work again: a friend of hers needs to be in Basel a few weeks later. With a minivan. And that day is today. She just has been picked up.

Growing together, when I gave her this title two years ago I couldn’t see it coming it was me who needed to grow with her. To learn the lessons I had to learn. To now be fully ready to let her go home.

the girl in the red dress


Somewhere this spring there was a girl in a red dress. I have not seen her personally. At least not physically. It was Janneke who needed to see her. To find her at the most unexpected place. To give her a sign that this is the road she needs to be on. Janneke made a video about this beautiful moment and the impact it had on her being. I was touched by her story. By what she said and the way she said it.
Back in my atelier the next day I started a fresh work. All paintings for my upcoming exhibition were ready. It was a great feeling to just paint freely without any pressure or restriction. And there she came again. This girl in the red dress. Dancy, happy, open to embrace the world. I didn`t force her to come, it was basically her energy that inspired me subconsciously. This weird and wonderful energy that we can`t see but what`s everywhere inside and around us. 

A week later Janneke launched her first online course. I loved the idea of attending, only money wise I could not directly free the cash to do so. I made a deal with myself: the first painting I would sell at my exhibition would not only be used for daily costs, but fund for the course as well. And so I told Janneke. I wrote her an email. In the post scriptum I thanked her for her beautiful story about the girl in the red dress and how she had inspired me as well. I added a picture of the painting.
Soon Janneke wrote me back. She was touched by the picture. Maybe she would be my first buyer. We planned a Skype date so I could show her the picture in more detail. Her little watery eye told me this painting belonged to her. We agreed on the price. And now it was her telling me cash for a painting could not be freed up yet. This is how the magical story caries on. We manifest the money during our call. And another two weeks later Janneke confirmed she got the exact amount for a freelance job. Beautifully bizar, we couldn`t stop smiling about it.

One hurdle: how to get the painting safe to Janneke`s home? When it turned out that on my next trip to Holland I needed to be just around the corner from Janneke`s house I rolled my eyes. This seems to be all orchestrated. Even now, whilst writing this, all of a sudden my music jumps to a song called: keep rolling, followed by keep the faith… The girl in the red dress found her way home and is now brightly cheering Janneke`s living. The energetic strings between Janneke and myself keep being present which is funny and works on our consciousness. Janneke thank you for who you are, keep up the good work!


Patterns Quite often we ignore the floor on which we walk. A pity as you realise that the patterns of a floor can be fascinating. Artisan wooden floors, bluestone plates in churches or hard baked tiles as in the picture, I truly enjoy them. I enjoy the repetition, colour schemes and dents as a result of use over time. Sometimes this causes funny situations as most people only see their surroundings at eye level, and don`t look at what`s happening above or below them. Me, fully concentrated holding my hands still and bending to get as close as possible to get the perfect picture, being completely knocked over by a man who was only paying attention to the paintings on the walls. The look of absolute wonderment in his eyes said it all, and caused me to chuckle for the rest of the afternoon. 


lenteColoured fields. A great colour palette with clean lines. At speed I drive through my home country, sunglasses on my head, enjoying the world around me. I decide to take a detour on my way home to get a closer look at the tulips. I take the next exit from the motorway and search for a way into the field. After climbing the fence I find myself in the middle of very long lines of tulips. The intensity and subtlety of colour makes me smile even more than I had been. It`s a beautiful day.


links-3What an explosion of colour, such beautiful nuances. Impressive. In this picture you see only a small detail of the entire wall mosaic, but nevertheless it can silence me for a moment. Silent because of the thought that this design was created and made by hand. Each piece placed very deliberately, with a keen eye for detail. True craftsmanship can carry me away for a moment. Mechanically and digitally, developments follow each other quickly and bring endless opportunities. We all profit from and contribute to these. From a desire for tangibility, the satisfaction based upon the physical activity and an urge to be unique I am sure craftsmanship will always exist.

Magical World

betoveringAstonishment, maximum creativity, this is cutting edge. Propeller Island is a fascinating base for a city trip to Berlin. The floating bed and the colours used, take you into a magical world. Each room in this hotel is different. Bold and colourblocking next to light and airy in the Cloud Room as an illustration of the differences each space has to offer. After a busy and demanding project, it was beautiful to be there and return home with a hat full of renewed energy and creativity.