A story told through paintings

The marvelous island Discovering white Subtelty The colors behind the closed garden Layers Bursting Flowering decay Oppressed memories Carried away Remembering colors Gray fires The birth of clouds Rainbow All the above paintings were painted between September and October 2017

A story told through paintings

The marvelous island Discovering white Subtelty The colors behind the closed garden Layers Bursting Flowering decay Oppressed memories Carried away Remembering colors Gray fires The birth of clouds Rainbow All the above paintings were painted between September and October 2017

Spirits’ growth

Our spirits are not made of the foamy, smoky substance I thought they were made from Instead they are built, grown like cities sprouting from clay and from rock They have an infinite capacity to grow and evolve within the

Spirits’ growth

Our spirits are not made of the foamy, smoky substance I thought they were made from Instead they are built, grown like cities sprouting from clay and from rock They have an infinite capacity to grow and evolve within the

Together

You are my voice You are the music in my words You are the places I am in You are the world that surrounds me   I am your heart I am the fire within I am your face I

Together

You are my voice You are the music in my words You are the places I am in You are the world that surrounds me   I am your heart I am the fire within I am your face I

My twin soul

Oh Annelies, beloved, why are you so afraid of not being unique, of not being entirely loved for who you truly are, of being lonely. Even if we all are but droplets of water in an infinite ocean, you will

My twin soul

Oh Annelies, beloved, why are you so afraid of not being unique, of not being entirely loved for who you truly are, of being lonely. Even if we all are but droplets of water in an infinite ocean, you will

Listen to the Maanfluisteren

Beloved princess of the Sunken Realms, captor of the Steelregel. Rest assured that I already know of your sad loneliness and your impatience. But this is a process that cannot be sped up. The potion has already been set to

Listen to the Maanfluisteren

Beloved princess of the Sunken Realms, captor of the Steelregel. Rest assured that I already know of your sad loneliness and your impatience. But this is a process that cannot be sped up. The potion has already been set to

The perfect carving

And the tiny, blooming moonflower was in front of him Shining with the pureness of the whitest of snow on a clear winter day after a storm Was it finally the end of this snowstorm in which he had walked

The perfect carving

And the tiny, blooming moonflower was in front of him Shining with the pureness of the whitest of snow on a clear winter day after a storm Was it finally the end of this snowstorm in which he had walked

The dream

The two children’s hair were wreathed with flowers Their faces covered with the thinnest of veils that hid their features And they held their hands shyly As if they were unaware of one another’s presence, or too wary of it

The dream

The two children’s hair were wreathed with flowers Their faces covered with the thinnest of veils that hid their features And they held their hands shyly As if they were unaware of one another’s presence, or too wary of it