Thoughts..

Value beyond the level of aesthetic.


This is for me one of the most important things in my work, a prescription to understand, to take you with me in my mind, my inspiration, my thoughts and prayers.

You can only understand, when knowing what lies behind.

Nurdles, tiny plastic pellets, and other small parts of plastic causing devastating damage to our environment.

You find them everywhere..

These tiny bits of plastic are difficult to clean up from the environment.
Fish, sea turtles, but also seagulls see them as food, and all these microplastics are ending  up in the food chain of all marine life.


We humans created a problem that is way above our imagination.

Clothes with materials like polyester, nylon, polyamide or acrylic, release microplastics, in the form of fibers, into the air and water.


When you drink bottled water, realise that you are drinking also nano plastics, where bottled water contains thousands of nanoplastics.

just imagine, there’s plastic everywhere, we can’t see  but we we breath it..

The morning after.. 

2023 It has been a year marked by challenges, a delicate balance between stagnation and progress.


When 2023 opened its first pages, I found myself like paralysed by the daunting whiteness of the canvas in front of me. 

Now the first day of 2024 wakes me up, I find myself with an overflowing mental warehouse, brimming with ideas waiting to be brought to life. 
Looking back at the past year, I can say, it wasn’t my best year in life, it felt like a fight, a fight  with myself, not allowing myself to enjoy the days. 
now it’s 2024, a different energy, 

With 366 days ahead, that I’m looking forward too, (yes 366 we have one extra day this year, let’s not  spoil it.) 


A beautiful  composition broken

24-06-2023

09.21

24-06-2023

09.46

25-06-2023

09.26

08-02-2022
Kyiv Ukraine

President Macron is visiting the city, I saw the convoy heading towards the presidential palace, heavily guarded. A few hundred meters away children with sleds enjoy themselves carefree by whizzing down a hill. 
In the evening I was showed where the nearest bomb shelter was in case it would be necessary.


Windy corners,
where the wind carries the weight of forgotten dreams and the echoes of time,

Rendezvous at a windy corner, cross pollinations to explore, to question, to provoke, to inspire, to disturb, and to connect in the search for new answers.