My Own Artworks

Jesus and Mary. In nine saw cuts. That’s all it takes to saw the silhouette of a woman from a yew trunk. Mary. I added a medallion to her ‘pregnant’ belly, in which a smiling face is hidden. That of Jesus. Jesus and Mary. She […]

The Owl of Minerva has landed, in the society of the Minerva student association in Leiden. My first commission for a large wooden sculpture of 60 centimeters in height and 22.5 kilos in weight. The students were super enthusiastic at the informal unveiling in their

The Walk Art Market in Zeist was for me a first market exploration at a well-attended art market, at the stand of our sculptors’ association ‘Guts en Klopper’. And that’s more fun to experience than I thought. Enjoyable. The audience was willing. Cheerful. The sun

Starcatcher catches stardust, in a night sky full of falling meteorites.

I find it fascinating how in TV series history is dramatized to make a story exciting, full of ‘cliffhangers’. The streaming services go quite wild with their series about Vikings. In their primitive villages, Viking women emerge with complicated hairstyles as if they had spent

Once there was a first of everything. Or: the first. Saint Anthony Abbot was the very first monk in the world. Known to us as Saint Anthony the Abbot, he lived from 251 to 356 AD. He withdrew as a hermit to the eastern desert

The heat of the tropical night. The ocean black and blue. A mouth tells stories. A memory of Bonaire, the paradise of the Netherlands in the Caribbean. The history of carving in wood began with a flat surface. Beginning wood carvers also start with a

Wind ripples. Ripples, in English. The sea creates them on the beach when the water retreats at low tide. The wind creates them in the drifting sand in the dunes. On a very windy day on the beach of IJmuiden I saw how they formed.

Her name is Zazia and she lives or lived in Ukraine. I would so much like to know: is she still alive? How is she doing? I have a photo of her, with hair waving in the wind. The ice-cold storm from the east had

For centuries we have projected our lives onto those of gods, animals, objects. And: onto those of trees. ‘Gnome trees’, we call giants with a hollow at the base. Under a linden tree many hundreds of years old, we place an honorable plaque with the