The tower
-Pictures-
February 2012
Part of the poem VII by Alberto Caeiro (Fernando Pessoa):

Hide the horizon, push your eyes far away from all the sky,
Make us smaller because they take away what our eyes can give us,

And make us poor because our only wealth is seeing.


I long to rise above the buildings towards the horizon.

In een patio van de kunstlinie bouwde ik een toren naar de vrijheid.

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Exhibition Nevelstaren
Kunstlinie Almere

Urban wilderness:
Metropolis in bloom.

-Pictures-
July 2011

Morbit growth of the city

Escaping from/to paradise
-Pictures-
April 2012

A secret garden does not exist without its walls. I made this photo series about longing. Inspired by the time I spent working in an orphanage in a jungle town in Peru. Although I though this was paradise like, monthly children escaped over the walls. Girls and boys looking for the world they heard about from friends in school. No rules, dancing until you drop, adventure, excitement, but it meant danger as well, insecurity and fighting for yourself. They left a world full of delicious food, warmth and security in search of freedom.

The pictures (63 to 43 cm) are printed on Pet-g.

 

Stad van boeken
City of books

-Pictures- City by nightfall
-Pictures- building left side
-Pictures- building right side
-Timelapse- by the Clipjesfabriek
0"46 min
June - January 2014/2015


Winnie Plas and I have been collecting 14 000 old books together with the library: De nieuwe bibliotheek and all the inhabitants of Almere to give them a new life.

In this big project we worked together with enthusiastic volunteers from Almere to build our city of books in the entry of the Nieuwe bibliotheek.

During the building there have been lively discussions with visitors about the work.
Here you can see our -weblog

Wild vine, killing machine
-Pictures-
June 2019


Existing of 400 plastic waste ivy leaves cut for a suffocating tree ornament. I can hardly breathe, by the plastic everywhere, in the sea, in the waves, when I swim all those little pieces in my hair, on my skin, in the shop I cannot get around it.

Natuur/park (Nature/park)
"Wie is hier nou eigenlijk de baas?"
"Who is the boss?"
Quoting a lady on the train about a swan on the rails.


-Pictures-
Proces -Pictrures-
-Video-
Omroep Flevoland
-Poem- by Hein Walter

8th of July - 29th of Ocotber
Natuurpark Flevoland
2018

I poured three plaster molds around the trees to shape them according my will. The tree won after two months, the mold broke.

Introduction


Art
Own projects:
- There where the echo reflects
- Let us toast..
- An ode to the sea
- Snow whites' apples
- King and farmer
Commissions:
- Portraits
- Around the table
- Walls and towers


Work as Cook


Hand made
dishes

 

 

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