Only 6 months after the wedding of my parents, I was born in Amsterdam.
I have always refrained to ask my parents why they have kept it to one child only.
Maybe having me, was too chaining already.

Amsterdam 1966, timeline 1967 Amsterdam My Amsterdam street. Keep in mind the painted roof of the car on the right. It's my Dad's and 2 decades later it turned out to be 'genetic' in the very worst kind.

During the nineties

After attending school as little as possible, I spent a lot of hours painting my cars.

The first one ... ... and after all, the most effective one. Our boxy little Fiat Panda was just the right car for an intricate tartan pattern. It took some careful planning and a couple of days of concentrated painting but in the end all my efforts payed off..... the car looked like a shopping bag on wheels! After the black&white Opel I didn't want to drive in a plain car any more. It was too funny to get right of way most of the time. This visually distractive pattern is based on the use of opposite colors. Fortunately the Citroen was red to start with so that made painting a bit easier. It still was a lot of work creating the sharp edges needed to maximize the effect. It was hurting the eyes.

Late nineties

After the earlier paint jobs, I finally got the car that was too impressive to mess up with. Even if I end up in the gutter, I’ll refuse to sell her.
First I will try to sell my last and most beloved painting (check). Second I will sell my soul (check). Then there are still some other options.
I even created a couple of paintings with these kind of cars. Like here and here

1998 I was so proud And this ... this was no joke anymore. My pride and joy till today. I won't say I'm a tecnician, but I know where to check the oil In Besancon, La France (in 2004)


And after not being happy in a number of jobs, somebody convinced me that being an artist could be a real career. I quit my job at an accountancy office to fully devote my time to extend my stock of paintings.

The historical year of 1999 ... so you think you can be an artist?! So you think you can be an artist?


As soon as I should created a good amount, I planned a visit to some galleries to show my work.
It didn’t come that far …
At the ground floor in the house I came to live in at that time, there was a huge empty space. Originally it was a workshop for repairing cars, but it was easily transformed to a simple gallery. I hung my paintings on the wall and opened the doors.
When people -to my surprise- really came in, I slowly got serious thoughts about taking on the opportunity. I asked a few other artists to exhibit and I called the newspaper to write an article about the new gallery in town. From now on every 6 weeks there was a different artist in the spotlights and a few times a year we organized a wine tastery to attract people.
It was a milestone in my life. I’ve learned a lot by running my own gallery. About art and about people.
Here you can click to find the digital fossils.

Sweet memories to an awesome time! The gallery 2 The gallery 3 The gallery 4


After more than 3 years running the gallery, groom and I moved from the Netherlands to New Zealand.

A big truck got loaded via the gallery doors My Precious landed safe and sound The key of our temporary rental I don't need a large studio for now


This was a year full of travels. Australia, Taiwan and Namibia. Here is a video-greet from Taiwan.


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