preferably not getting my knickers in a twist

brussels, office days' lunch walk
in between next month's travel preps and keeping creative on a daily basis, i am also tending the parttime office job, as ever, and walking round, looking and wondering, also as ever. it's a fair combo that suits me.

no, no, no... this isn't my renovation, although i wish...
there's one backdrop, i don't get anything on the house (renovation) done. i wish that i would, sometimes i even think i could, but then something else pops up. i'm gonna need me some attention to that. 

painting table
which makes me wonder, also, whether it'd be an idea to office work more hours and simply get the builders in on the extra dosh i'd generate that way? it's not the simplest option, but it might be bingo in the long run. 

cemetery glass house
i'd love to live in a house that's fully finished for once (and for ever). the trouble with half finishings is that you don't notice the fissures as such anymore, but they are there and they do get on my knickers.

one for good luck ☻
anyway. now that it's been called, a solution can burst in. in the meantime, there's a {spring!} world changing outside, bursting into flames even, as long as the sun gets invited. i'm up for it, are you's? 

getting warmed up a little on collaging, one early insomniac morning...
rummaging 'round the studio, thinking up big ideas for the september venue, trying them out, breathing in, breathing out... it's all so much more exciting than running round plastering and painting walls, innit? 

enjoy the weekend. have a fun week. keep the sun hanging ♥

a little stream drives a light mill

i have been offered a tiny, yet exciting exhibition, in a local and in-full-restoration flour mill. there's a theme running through both exhibition weekends that i'll gently incorporate in my intended work.

playing around with wordle-the-likes, for brainstorming reasons
that is the general gist. i'm hesitant at mentioning too much, because my intentions, at times, change overnight. sources of inspiration are the hoefnagels and maria sybilla merian

big names whose endeavours offer me inspiration and begin to have impact on my own work. i cannot but mention them, and tell you how much i love their illustrations. completely in awe. 

playing around with wordle-the-likes, for brainstorming reasons
flour mill means bread and baking, and right up my street. i heartily munch on its historic importance. so far the speculoos with primaeval flour a.o. ingredients, tasted divine. 

saturday mornings at the academy
having till june to prepare, updates will pop up here. incorporating a mill theme in this new work, the topic will later reappear, in an at home event in early winter 2018. feeling chiselled for action and ready ☺.  

there then. winter has a meaning at last. now have yourselves a beautiful little weekend. ♥

BUJO. my way

in my sketchbook there were only about eighteen shades of grey, in the month of january 2018 ☻
i have been working behind the scenes, on a concept to tie in images {illustration, drawing, painting, collage} with words {from those dreaded journals, remember} into a batch that holds both meaning and attraction. 

daily mantra n° 1
i fear re-reading old diaries, for its box-of-pandora aspect. with measured intent though, in other words, while illustrating stories past, i find it is possible to create something fresh, yet relevant.

weekend trip efforts pt 1
it comes down to playing around with another challenge: ideation, albeit significance has always kept me on my toes. that's how my 365-projects have worked for me. lend me a meaning, the rest follows. 

weekend trip efforts pt 2
showing up every day is important. creating is like being the dog biting its own tail, or the snake eating itself; as such pushing infinity to its limits, which makes little sense, for infinity is indeed infinite... 

antwerp 2017-2018 ECCEHOMO city art
yet it is inviting: minding the circle, keeping the wheel turning, having the maker machine oiled. finding, through keeping at it. feeling elated for it, and therefore contagiously satisfied. working away. can you feel it?  

enjoy the weekend. and the week ahead. now where's that sun hiding? ♥
{all images from present notebook/sketchbook/bullet journal book/ideas book}

thing with feathers

last sunday's walk, brilliant underpass ☻ {ninove}
last week i reminisced on my teenage summers abroad, and if i wondered at all who toted the camera to shoot holiday snaps i am holding in my hand below, then i must admit it was yours truly. 

straight from the seventies, in my hand
my mum wasn't interested, nor was my dad, so. except for the ones i am in, obviously. this notion led me on towards suspecting all i've got left of two years of spanish costa is just 24+ images... 

brussels, already dreaming of paris pavement moments.... {brussels, office 'hood}
then i realised that indeed that's all we got from a camera roll back then, some 24+ images, good and bad and ugly. my parents allowed us just the one film roll per summer, that was it. 

have yet to look up graffiti artist's name, has 'done' a few buildings' sides {brussels, office 'hood}
those analog, light sensitive film rolls though? the impatient waiting for development and the painful disappointment of images coming out blurry, over or under exposed, badly composed or totally failed... 

l o v e. you notice? {brussels, office 'hood}
i cosset those faded charms however, depicting spur of the moment subjects. i googled most buildings back into significant existence, easing my spring journey-to-be into a gentle whirlpool of emotions. 

can't hardly wait. in the meantime, have a beautiful weekend. ♥

seventy five nights only

i booked myself a little holiday last week. OMG. i really did. i had set out to go to london, and ended up in spain instead! here's how that came about: south of the border is no go for me in summer temperatures. 

so, if i wanted to escape the grey skies, then i'd better take up the chance to travel south right now, ahead of the summer heat. and hopla! my heart needs nostalgia and will find it, most surely, in the province of valencia, 

where my 12-year-old-self first started making pictures, besides splashing face down into the surf of the balearic sea to find refreshment from those hot, yet pebbly beaches. some pebbles were rocks too. ☻

pulse, pulse, pulse, SO excited to soon be city hopping and sketching, photographing and market strolling, eating and drinking, reading and doing absolutely zilch, all while paring down my speech even, to the likes of si y no y p̶r̶e̶g̶o por favor. because, sagrada família mia!, i speak even less spanish than i do italian... . 

have a good week ahead. keep dreaming too... 


{images shown above are drawings 
of 'buildings lost' in the town i live in, 
all published in a local heritage magazine}