My grandfather was a carpenter, but an artist at heart; he spent every free hour painting or carving wood. During the war, he painted the farms of rich farmers, in exchange for food. When he ran out of white paint, he used tooth paste. He didn’t live to see me get accepted at the art academy.
Many years later, I had a ‘painters block’. I found my grandfather’s old, worn set of chisels. That was the beginning of my own method. My thoughts returned to what I truly enjoyed as a child: black paint over a sheet filled with colours in crayon, and then etching. Each layer of paint has a beauty of its own, which is then covered. The chisels allow me to access and bare each layer, whilst that which is covered, the mystery, grows.
Training: Royal Academy of Art, The Hague 1985
Active member of Stroom Den Haag, Pulchri Studio, Kunstenaars in het Statenkwartier and Kunst op Scheveningen
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