9 juli 2013


I'm not really active anymore at this blog. There are multiple reasons for that, but the main one is that I've created a Tumblr account. You can find it here.

It's much easier for me to search for inspiring work from other artists over there and (hopefully/I think) it's a great tool for networking. I'll continue with this blog though, as this will be my happy spot where I can tell/show you more about stuff that inspires me.

Peace and stay with the force

20 februari 2013

A Place To Bury Strangers

Another one to cross off my to-see list... And it's about time!

Great show, very intense and lots of strobe lights and smoke

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19 februari 2013


One of my favorite museums in Amsterdam: the Tropenmuseum.

Situated in a majestic old building and in one of the most beautiful parts of Amsterdam, this ethnographic museum is unfortunately a forgotten treasure between the more renowned art museums scattered throughout the city. It has such a rich, fascinating collection and is a joy for a younger to older audience. This museum deserves so much more attention; once inside, you're literally in a complete different world.

At the moment of my visit, there was a temporary exhibition, called 'Death Matters'.

24 december 2012


(Oh the joy of doing your Christmas shopping the day before Christmas self... Bordering a thin line between efficiency and stress)

But Merry Christmas everybody! I love you all and I'm not even drunk!

28 oktober 2012

24 oktober 2012

Shaun Tan - the Water Buffalo

When I was a kid, there was a big water buffalo living in the vacant lot at the end of our street, the one with the grass no one ever mowed. He slept most of the time, and ignored everybody who walked past, unless we happened to stop and ask him for advice. Then he would come up to us slowly, raise his left hoof and literally point us in the right direction. But he never said what he was pointing at, or how far we had to go, or what we were supposed to do once we got there. In fact, he never said anything because water buffalos are like that; they hate talking.

This was too frustrating for most of us. By the time anyone thought to 'consult the buffalo', our problem was usually urgent and required a straightforward and immediate solution. Eventually we stopped visiting him altogether, and I think he went away some time after that; all we could see was long grass.

It's a shame, really, because whenever we had followed his pointy hoof we'd always been surprised, relieved and delighted at what we found. And every time we'd said exactly the same thing - 'How did he know?'