Face it

There are many things more important than the fear of failure .
You just have to figure out how to get through the pain barrier .
Sometimes life takes us far from the expected,
then it is time to approach life differently,

Change route.

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The Lovers


Have a good Sunday !



happy Client.. happy me

Make love ..not war


Amsterdam “JOYA”

Elevator stories ..

Dinner at Joya Amsterdam on the Spuistraat 3 always something new to go to!

Try ..


Ibiza interiors

Super cool this mirror oxidised and so in different colours because of it !

Nice detail the little see trough to my painting .

Go to their place in St Lorenzo worth a visit!



Unfortunately the mentioning of the word ‘art’ and ‘gallery’ are far from the meaning I think that they would mean or should be used as such , so I came to the conclusion to change my Instagram name to the only thing which is actually important and that is my name .

So there we go after more than 10.000 followers we do not need to explain ourselves.



Wherever you are

Amazing little Island in the middle of this immense oceanic big huge world ..

When I fly away I look back at this little island and hundreds of thoughts cross my mind.

This island has so much but also so little at the same time.

The question always arises why do I still live here , what is it that I always fly back to my “home”.

This looks like heaven but I do worry about the waste mountain which they are ‘trying’ to eliminate for the last decade , that us Ibiza people have no idea about separating garbage, we try but the feeling predominates that it will end up on the same mountain anyway, so we maintain the ‘why bother mentality’.

The sewerage system which is a million years old and keeps on breaking here and there . The millions of people coming to the island and half of them is clueless, the amount of new chirinquitos and lists you have to be on, to get to the next amazing super not to be missed party on and on, around we go .

It is so good to get away and touch base with a different reality, smell the cities,

Feel the energy ,see the stress on peoples faces when they work their way in the plunging rain squeezed under an umbrella.

To see gorgeous men in suits god how I miss them on this Island. Women with goodlooking pencil skirts looking smart and sexy.

I love the colors of the leaves especially in New York and Connecticut, the scent of the mimosa in Italy , the fresh croissants in Paris , cold snow flakes falling on your face when you look up, the noise and even the smell what comes out of the metro grids on the streets of Paris .

Annie Lennox uses that famous sound of the metro in “This City never sleeps” precisely that feeling ..

The sensation of the stress which makes your head spin, the absolute insanity of “must” do’s ,the overrated social groups politics, the hundreds of new restaurants I have to queue up for, the appointments you have to plan weeks and weeks ahead …and yes when I did it all, sensed it all again, till my island glow starts to slowly fade into grey, it is time to return to my Island which is waiting as a good old friend to turn to and have a good glass of wine with and relax..

goodnight wherever you are


The colors of Spain

Barcelona Traffic jam in the colours of the country ,
I love this city, fast and so extremely slow, or slow but still fast something like that but relaxed and sweet .



Once someone said to me “Dutch people always push on the spot where it hurts the most” ..

Luckily there are still some sweet people who support me by posting my art on Instagram for example.

That is thoughtful, that is a very welcome support , and strangely or sadly enough that is rare these days.

Instagram and twitter (and rest.) are made for boosting each other with a simpel hashtag or mentioning of the name .

Why don’t we do that more often ? By doing so You make somebody else happy and he will return with a smile to you! ..easy satisfaction.

I always love this example of how to see things ,.:

“One day, a professor entered his classroom and asked his students to prepare for a surprise test. They all waited anxiously at their desks for the exam to begin.

The professor handed out the exams with the text facing down, as usual. Once he handed them all out, he asked the students to turn over the papers.

To everyone’s surprise, there were no questions–just a black dot in the centre of the paper.

The professor, seeing the expression on everyone’s faces, told them the following:

“I want you to write about what you see there.” The students, confused, got started on the inexplicable task.

At the end of the class, the professor took all the exams, and started reading each one of them out loud in front of all the students.

All of them, with no exception, defined the black dot, trying to explain its position in the centre of the sheet.

After all had been read, the classroom silent, the professor started to explain:

“I’m not going to grade you on this, I just wanted to give you something to think about.

No one wrote about the white part of the paper. Everyone focused on the black dot – and the same thing happens in our lives. However, we insist on focusing only on the black dot – the health issues that bother us, the lack of money, the complicated relationship with a family member, the disappointment with a friend.

The dark spots are very small when compared to everything we have in our lives, but they are the ones that pollute our minds. Take your eyes away from the black dots in your lives. Enjoy each one of your blessings, each moment that life gives you.

Be happy,focus on the good, support each other and live a life filled with love!”


‘She puts selfies on Facebook ‘


The benefit to be an artist is beautiful, you can do whatever you want and say because you are an artist.

Art is art , either you like it or not but don’t judge if this is ‘done’ or not, it is art, always , because it is.
God my life is good, almost perfect!
I can put pictures of myself to show off to be the coolest of the crowd and say, hey it is art ! I sell them, they are to be seen in Art Fairs and galleries.
Yay how cool am I !

Ha yeah right…and then you come to this party, full of my old dutch crowd. (Note: it has been 12 years that I am gone)

Ding dong Eminem:
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s chokin’, how, everybody’s jokin’ now
The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked….

Hey Lolo how are you?
Oh my oh my, my brains go from left to right up and down, who is she? I completely put her in the wrong setting because of her appearance , she looks different.
My brains make a little jump to how the sun makes the difference in our south european lives , the joy, the warmth , the sensual heat gives the people this special glow.

So I say, oh help me ( this all with those mirror sunglasses on, how can you expect me to recognise you if I see myself in your mirror glasses, who are you, I know who I am !?)
She takes the glasses of tells her name and we are set for the next minutes.

In my right ear I hear ‘Oooh it is you Lolo, I finally see you in reality’, ‘how amazing’ , she gives the mirror glasses girl a poke and giggles ‘she puts selfies on Facebook’.
I smirk , put a beautiful smile on my face and keep the silence going, the mirror glasses doesn’t know where she finds herself in and says, ‘oh how nice so you put selfies on Facebook ‘, I don’t have Facebook’.
..obviously,. otherwise you would have known that my job is to make you happy on Facebook with my selfies..or at least I think that is the thought of the other. I am confused..selfies?

Saved by the bell by a very enthusiastic other sunglasses , L o l o ( what is with the name !? ,.why always want to spell my name as if I don’t know my own name, I hate it, do you learn that in therapy !?) Your sunglasses hurt my cheeks whilst you kiss me hello, she is screaming with her party voice ‘I understand you live her already so long, it is one big party’, ‘we partied till 6 o’clock in the morning so cool here’ and so I reply humble ‘ ‘yes one big party my dear sunglasses’.

I need a beer , maybe I should make a selfie .

The same old conversations start again ,roots, schools good enough on an island, boardingschools.. oh noo, your kids are where ? why there? Madrid what is in Madrid? , Barcelona ..cant follow , when do you come back?, I try to reason her and answer ‘I will not come back, that face of her when she answers’ huh never??’..Jeeez noo ! As if I am here in a temporal therapy or a rehab clinic to soon return to “normal” civilisation , one big party follower, a selfie junkie!..

I live here.

I am tired and sit on a perfect bed next to the pool, you are there drinking at the bar, dancing balancing on your too high heels, hands in the sky as if there is no tomorrow.
I find myself looking at the life I left, I wonder why I always find myself in the situation that I feel the need to defend what I do , artist or not I should not have to. Maybe still too polite. I am aware of the stories they take home so I put on my best smile and my best story, why do I feel misunderstood.

I come back on the story I have written before you are here for a party and your holiday ,I am here to live and to stay.
Why do we judge so easily , and why do you judge so loud, Eminem asks as well.
I sit and watch the crowd go completely drunk, you probably take a taxi, I want to drive home.
The moment arrives that the booze is talking louder than your own judgement and all of you jump in the pool with your perfect Ibiza style dresses, Mobiles still in your hands , I smirk again..make a selfie now and we compare on Facebook.

See you at ArtBasel