I love just sitting, apparently doing nothing and stare in the distance, musing about all sort of creative thoughts that wander my mind. All these things that add another dimension to my life since my children are grown up, have children of their own and need me in another way than when they were younger. The stream of creative thoughts that never ends, I can’t keep up with it and often feels like chaos. Until the moment I start drawing or painting, when everything seems to fall into place.
Most of the time my desk is cluttered with all kinds of supplies and paraphernalia. I love to be surrounded with little things like shell and pebbles or a beautiful find of an antique shop. The display of these little treasures changes when time passes by and they are replaced by other things. To me they have stories of their own which they want to tell me. I draw or paint them or I just enjoy them for being such little beauties.
Early mornings are my favorite, it’s silent, my mind is clear, there are no distractions, and when sitting at my desk which is at the window I do what I love: painting and exploring the stories that develop in my head. My desk is pretty small because I get easily lost and distracted, and the bigger the desk, the greater the mess. But where to go is not a question for me, I’ll let the flow take me wherever it goes. I look for beauty in imperfection, I believe this is a common theme in my thoughts. I love painting and drawing portraits and still lifes, and express my emotion. I feel like being in the middle of one big process with so many possibilities, from which I am learning so many things day by day.