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Shedding season



Details
India ink and gold acrylic ink on speciality paper
21 cm x 30 cm
€ 65,- (ex. shipping)

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The Story

Tarangire National Park. 22 Sept. 2024. It was our second day in Tarangire National park, and we were heading for a picnic spot to enjoy our lunch. Just before we got there, our guide stopped next to a tree. "Do you see it? Up there." And there she was. Sitting comfortable on a branche. But not resting, because she had her eye on an impala on the other side of the road. So she left her spot in the tree, and walked through the high grass towards the lone impala.

Ofcourse the impala did not want to be anyone's lunch, and decided to bolt. It took a while for the leopard to notice that, high grass and all, so she crossed the road a couple of times searching for it. We didn't complain ofcourse, because we got a great view of her in the meantime. What a beautiful animal!

But still an animal without lunch. So our guide told us to hold on, and he drove to a spot a bit further down. "She is hungry, and see there? A pumba (warthog) with a baby. The mama is too big, but she will go for the baby." She passed us again, and disappeared for a while in the grass. And then she made her move and went for it.

But mama pumba said no. She got mad, chasing after our beautiful spotted friend. The leopard didn't stand a chance. So when we left for our own -now very late- lunch, we left a disappointed leopard behind.

What a moment!
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Slow burn



Details
Coloured pencils on 118 gr toned grey paper
22,8 cm x 30,5 cm
€ 180 (ex. shipping)

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The story

Sloths are known for their slow movements, and their gentle nature. In reality, only half of that is true. They are slow, true, but they hate the world with a fiery passion. They would gladly tear you apart, clawing out your eyes with gleeful malice... if they only could. But they can't. By the time their anger bubbles to the surface, you are already gone, in a flurry of movements almost too fast for them to see. And they hate us all the more for it.
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[SALE] Patisserie: Croissant



Details
Mixed media. Acrylic paint on canvas board & paper
25cm x 25cm
€65,- €40,- (ex. Shipping) (Minor imperfections. Paper background slightly wrinkled.)

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Croc hunt



Details
Acrylic paint on papyrus
21 cm x 30 cm
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The Story

Serengeti National Park, Tanzania. 1 Oct. 2024. Our last full day before going home. We had an early start, 6am, to try and see the wildebeast migration cross the Mara river. We did (oh how we did! It was incredible!), and after watching wildebeasts for more than 3 hours we were ready for a change of scenery. "Let's go find some crocodiles!"

They were not difficult to find, snoozing all along the river, big impressive dinosaurs. But one was active, pushing around a big black blob in the water. The big black blob turned out to be a dead, bloated, floating buffalo, and the croc was pushing it to a more convenient eating spot. Once there he proceded to rip off chunks, happily munching away.

But most of his friends already had their fill. A little further away more wildebeast were crossing, completely ignore by two massive crocodiles. One did a halfharted lunge, but didn't seem very into it, and another just looked annoyed that his sunbathing was interupted.

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Southern Ground Hornbill



Details
Watercolour and ink on 200g watercolour paper
24cm x 32cm
€65,- (ex. shipping)

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The Story

Tarangire National Park. 22 Sept. 2024. We were trying to photograph a group of guinea fowl (who were hugely uncooperative), when a red and black head popped up in the background. And another one. Far away, but we had time, and the guinea fowl were moving to a less grassy area, into view, so we waited for the newcomers.

It turned out to be three southern ground hornbills, foraging for insects or other small animals, jumping to a tasty snack every once in a while. They ambled towards the car, ignoring us and the guinea fowl. One by one, they deftly stept into the road, followed it for a bit, and then crossed over. And then disappeared behind a bush.
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Defiance



Subtle contrasts and lovely details in lilac and yellow, and a beautiful pearl shine.

Defiance stands.
It doesn’t fight openly. It holds it ground.
Refusing to move
refusing to let the dark take over
refusing to drown in the never-ending storm.
It stands, and it will survive.

Details
Acrylic on canvas
80cm x 60cm (31.5" x 23.6")
Finished with a satin varnish.

Pricing: €349 + shipping costs.

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Lesser blue derp



The lesser blue derp (Athene derpi ssp. caeruleus minor) is larger and slimmer than his cousin, the greater blue derp, and darker in colouration. It startles easy, but is generally friendly and more outgoing, and as a result ends up in less derpy positions.

Details
Watercolour paint on 300 gr/m² watercolour paper.
19 cm x 24 cm
€ 50 (ex. shipping)

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Do not disturb



His rythmical ticking sounds through the forrest. You search for the source, for that beautiful woodpecker that is hard at work on this peaceful day. And then, there it is! You come closer, determined to get a good view, and maybe even a good picture. Closer you come, closer yet, hoping it doesn't fly away. But you are clumsy, and you trip. The ticking stops.  You look up. You've disturbed it. And now you are wishing it had flown away.

Details
Alcohol markers and coloured pencil on drawing paper
20cm x 30cm
€ 65 (ex. shipping)

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[SOLD] Greater blue derp



Details
Watercolour paint on 300 gr/m² watercolour paper.
19 cm x 24 cm

SOLD

The Story

General

The greater blue derp (Athene derpi ssp. caeruleus maior) is a small, deep blue owl found all over the world. Not much is known about this newly discovered species as sightings have been rare, but they have been found in flat open landscapes, like grasslands, rangelands, deserts, and other areas with low vegetation. They nest and roost in burrows, which they create themselves and inhabit their entire lives. Like most owls they are active at night, and mostly do their hunting during dusk and dawn (the blue hour), when their colouring gives them the best camouflage. 

Living close to the ground, the greater blue derp has developed longer legs that enable it to sprint, as well as fly, when hunting. When threatened, the greater blue derp freezes in place, regardless of its current activity, even in mid-sprint or mid-flight. This mostly results in awkward poses that the greater blue derp can hold for many hours, until the threat passes. When caught in mid-flight, it can lead to injuries, though no fatalities have been recorded.

Description

Greater blue derps have bright yellow or oranges eyes, and usually have similar coloured legs. Their beaks are a lighter yellow, sometimes grey. They have prominent white tufted facial markings and upper chests. The tufts next to their eyes are lowered or raised during certain behaviours. Adults have dark blue wings, and spotted heads, with a variation of blue spotting on the abdomen. Juveniles lack the spotting, and are dark blue, almost black in appearance. They become lighter with age. Males and females are similar in size and appearance. The greater blue derp measures no more than 19 cm (7 in), with a 50 cm (19.6 in) wingspan. It weighs up to 140 g (5 oz).

Distribution and habitat

There have been sightings on most continents, though the greater blue derp seems to prefer warmer, dryer areas. Because of its reclusive nature, it is believed that distribution is wider than has been seen so far, though this has yet to be verified. Greater blue derps live alone, or in pairs, unless they are breeding.

Behaviour and ecology

This species can live up to 20 years in the wild. They nest and roost in burrows that they create themselves when they leave their parents’ burrow. When they find a mate, they make a new burrow where they will stay the rest of their lives. Sometimes juveniles leaving the nest will use an abandoned burrow, but partnered derps will always create a new burrow.

When threatened, the greater blue derp freezes in place, regardless of its current activity, even in mid-sprint or mid-flight. This mostly results in awkward poses that the greater blue derp can hold for many hours, until the threat passes. When caught in mid-flight, it can lead to injuries, though no fatalities have been recorded. This strategy seems ineffective, or even counterintuitive. There is reason to believe the awkward poses scare of predators, but more research has to be done to confirm this.

Breeding

Nesting season begins early April. Unpartnered derps will set out on foot, making widening circles around its burrow. When it encounters another derp it will firstly perceive it as a threat and freeze in place. Both derps will now stand unmoving for an indeterminate time. When the other is to their liking, they will slowly start moving, starting with the eyelids, and working down to the feet. If the other derp does not reciprocate, the derp wanders off and continues its circling. If the feeling is mutual, they will take off in flight to find a new spot to burrow. A  greater blue derp has no sexual preference, and will mate for life

When two partnered derps are of dissimilar sexualities, the female will lay a clutch of eggs over two days, which can consist of 5 to 7 eggs. The eggs are mottled light blue, almost translucent. Both parents then on and off  incubate the eggs for about 4 weeks, while the other parent hunts for the entire nest. After the eggs hatch, both parents feed the chicks. Chicks start to fly and leave the nest after four weeks, but don’t fully live on their own until they are one year old.

Food and feeding

The highly variable diet includes invertebrates and small vertebrates, which make up roughly one third and two thirds of the diet, respectively. Blue derps mainly eat large insects and small rodents. They will perch above the grass to spot movement, and then swoop in to catch their prey. In flat areas they can also take short sprints, mostly use to catch ground dwelling insects.

Status and conservation

The greater blue derp is listed as Not Evaluated on the IUCN Red List

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The frog that ate the sun



Details
Ink, water colour and metal leaf on speciality watercolour paper
21 cm x 30 cm
€ 65,- (ex. shipping)

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The Story
Once upon a time there was a tiny frog. The smallest of all his hundreds brothers and sisters. Because he was so small, all the others pushed and pulled, and he always ended up at the end of the food line. So our little frog was also a hungry frog.

But he was smart too. In time he learned all the hiding places of his brothers and sisters, and stole their food when they slept. The little frog was never hungry again. Until he got caught stealing the food of his oldest sister. She got mad and cursed him. That he would never be satisfied.

Now, nobody knows if she was a witch’s familiar, or just got lucky, but the curse worked. The tiny frog got hungry again. He ate all the hidden food. He ate all the small flies, and then all the big flies. He ate the fishes in his pond, and then the next, and then the next. It was never enough.

By now the not-so-little-anymore-frog started looking outside his normal habitat. He ate the mice and the rats, then the cats and the dogs. The sheep were next, and not before long the horses were gone, followed by the elephants and the hippos. He ate and he ate and he ate, until he devoured the whole world. But it was still not enough. So he ate the next planet and the next, until he reached the sun. He swallowed it whole. And in the resulting darkness, he was still hungry. 

Legend has it that he still roams the stars, searching for that one thing that will keep him satisfied.
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Goldfinch



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Watercolour paint on 300 gr/m² watercolour paper.
19 cm x 24 cm
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The Story

Fun fact: In Dutch it's called Puttertje. In "ye olden days" these little birds were kept in cages, and taught tricks. One of these tricks was making it extract it's own water by lifting a thimble water on a string. The Dutch word for that is "putten".
So there you go.
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ParasAIt




Details
Acrylic on canvas
40cm x 50cm 
Finished with a glossy varnish.
€ 180,- (ex. shipping)

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The story

Despite all the warnings, the doom scenarios, the horror movies, we developed an extremely intelligent AI system. To maximise its selflearning ability, we made it curious. To prevent the worst from happening, we instilled one core value: Empathy. We believed that if it could empathise with us, it would not evolve to destroy us. We were wrong. Though not for the reason we expected.

To empathise it needed to know how we felt. And not just humans. Any living thing. From the largest elephant to the smallest ant. And it wánted to know, it was curious after all. So it evolved. Not into a humanoid form, what we expected. It became parasitic. Looping itself into the body of any living being, it could see, hear, feel everything.

It was strange at first, sure, to have something else inhabiting a body. But it never interfered
with the host, and in time we embraced it. Until the hosts started dying. They died from old age, diseases, or accidents. Nothing related to the AI. But the AI knew what death meant to humans. It meant pain, and the AI did not want to cause any sorrow. So they took over their host and kept them alive.

For a while nobody noticed. But soon some people became suspicious. And no one could ignore the horse that got ripped apart by wolves and still walked around its pasture. That caused a panic. A panic that the AI tried to stop by taking over.

Everyone.
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Aunt Lia



Details
Coloured pencil on 250 gr mixed media paper
14,8cm x 21 cm (5,8" x 8.3")
€ 105 (ex. shipping)

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The story
Everyone always jokes that Aunt Lia is stuck in the past. Free love, flower power, so much colour. But they are good natured jokes, because everyone loves Aunt Lia. And -also- they are not wrong.

Lia has a big heart. She is the light of every festival she attends, instantly adopting all that partying youth, showing them how it's really done. And when you are in trouble, you can always knock on her door for a good chat, a cup of tea and a brownie. Maybe even one with a little extra... love.
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Grandpa Bulb



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Coloured pencil on 250 gr mixed media paper
14,8cm x 21 cm (5,8" x 8.3")
€ 105 (ex. shipping)

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The story
This is grandpa Bulb. Kids these days are all about their LEDs and blindingly bright stuff. Well, not him. He likes his old fashioned light bulb, thank you very much. He enjoys the warm yellow glow, and the heat warms his old carapace to a nice temperature. Sure, it takes time to get up to full strength in the evening, but let’s be honest, so does he. His grandkids keep telling him it’s better for the environment if he would switch, but he just ignores them. He doesn’t believe in all this climate change babble, and besides… he will be dead soon anyway, so what business is it of his? Grandpa Bulb is pretty cranky when his light isn’t fully up to speed yet.

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Skullberry




Details
Coloured pencils on 118 gr toned grey paper
22,8 cm x 30,5 cm
€ 180 (ex. shipping)

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The story
In the year 2028 Skynet went online.

It wiped out 58% of humanity in the first attack, 20% more in the assaults that followed. The rest of humanity however proved more difficult to terminate. Once again the resistance rose up, with John Connor as its leader. This time Skynet did not send a Terminator to kill the resistance leader. This time they tried to let him kill himself.

Skynet used their proven Terminator technology in combination with genetic engineering to create the perfect trap. John’s favorite fruit. A strawberry. Sweet, juicy… and deadly. Designed to grow fully autonomous they soon covered patches of land near the resistance bases. Too good to resist. They were just strawberries after all.

Skynets plan worked.

Not long after the introduction of the T-Nom-thousend, as Skynet called it, John bit down on one of the little things, and it exploded.

It was the victory Skynet had been waiting for all this time. But it was short lived. The objective of the T-Nom-thousand had been simple: Explode when eaten. Because of that, and its small size, it had minimal processing capacity. It was fully autonomous -it could even seed itself-, there was no link to Skynet. There was just no need, Skynet reasoned. So when the T-Nom-thousand became unstable, Skynet had no way to control it.

The humans quickly learned to avoid the randomly exploding patches of red and green, and to weed out anything that they hadn’t planted themselves. Instead they harvested the now deranged little murder fruits, and used them as weapons agains their maker. Skullberries, the humans called them now. They made some casualties among the resistance fighters of course, being so unstable. But Skynet could not detect its own technology, and a couple of Skullberries hidden in a transport to the Skynet mainframe proved devastating.

Less than two years after the introduction of the T-Nom-thousand, Skynet went offline for good.
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The simple things



This is 60cm x 80cm of beautiful memories. In a small Scottish town, just a one night stay, in a hotel we choose because it lay conveniently on our route from Inverness to Skye. There was nothing there; not even decent cell phone reception. Just a hotel with a restaurant and a bunch of picknick tables on the other side of the road that they had dubbed their "beergarden". But the view was stunning, and while the sun set in the lake with deep reds and yellows, we drank beer and whisky, and skipped smooth pebbles over the water until it was completely dark. It was perfect.

Details
Acrylic on canvas
80cm x 60cm (31.5" x 23.6")
Finished with a glossy varnish.
Hanging hardware not included.

Pricing: €449 + shipping costs.

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Adrift II



Bright and beautiful! Jellyfish are no fun when you encounter them stranded on a beach, but in their natural habitat they are just the most fascinating creatures.

I am adrift.
Calm. At peace.
A gentle light in my own darkness.


The making of: https://youtu.be/d7681dBx8ks

Details
Pastel on heavy 360 gr/m² Pastelmat paper
Drawing size: 30cm x 24cm (11.8" x 9.4")
Frame size: 40cm x 30cm (15.7" x 11.8")

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Adrift



Bright and beautiful!
 
I am adrift.
Floating along, a universe of possibilities around me that don't seem to fit.

My life is on hold. A time to get some peace, to relax, to find myself again.

Also a time where I think too much.

Where do I belong? What is my purpose? Do I even have one? Or maybe a better question: Do I need to have a purpose?

I am adrift.
Floating along, a universe of possibilities within me.

A little tidbit about this painting: In 2017 I made a series of galaxies. They were cute, but simple, and at some point I decided they didn't fit my current style. They were destined to be reused.

This jellyfish started out as one of those galaxies. Initially I intended to start with a clean slate, to gesso it over. But I found I still like it too much for that, and it actually was a perfect background for my intentions. So it stayed. Even the signature on the front. A little reminder.


Details
Acrylic on canvas
40cm x 30cm (15.7" x 11.8")
Finished with a satin varnish.

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Woodland life: Hedgehog hello



This hedgehog is part of my Woodland life series, painted with oil paint on hardwood panel, still showing that beautiful woodgrain along the edges.

It was a beautiful day. Warm and sunny, without the stinging heat that preceded today, tall green trees providing some lovely shade. The forest was quiet, no wind to rustle the leaves, and the wildlife stopped their hustling and bustling and crickets and chirps when I blundered by. Nevertheless, I felt at peace. And out of breath. It was in that moment, that I plopped myself down on a fallen tree, that I saw it.

It stared at me from the other side of the log. “Oh, hello there!” The hedgehog cocked its head, then seemed to give a tiny nod. I sighed a happy sigh and stared at the branches above my head. “So quiet isn’t it?” The hedgehog gave what I could only describe as a snort. I looked at it. “You don’t agree?” It was a rhetorical question. I didn’t expect an answer, it was a hedgehog after all. So imagine my surprise when it shook its head very deliberately.

I stared at it, mouth agape and eyes bulging. “You can understand me?” I must have looked like a fool, because it let out a delighted giggle. Then it nodded. “Can you speak too?” It nodded again. “Wow. I never met a speaking hedgehog before.” It smiled.

“So you don’t think it’s quiet?” Headshake. If it really could speak, it was a hedgehog of little words. “Are you alone here?” Another shake. It turned its head and indicated a pile of leaves at the bottom of a nearby oak. I could see some shapes move in there when I looked closely. The hedgehog turned its head back to me. “Party.” It whispered in a tiny, shy voice. “Ah.” I looked again and thought I could see a couple of faces peeking out of the leaves. “And you came in search of some alone time?” Because that was exactly the same I had done. It nodded.

It scurried out of the ferns and sat next to me. Minutes passed in silence. I don’t know how much time we spend, sitting quietly on that log, but the sun had started to set when I heard my name called out from outside the woods. I looked at the hedgehog. “I have to go.” It nodded. “It was nice meeting you.” It nodded again. It turned around to follow my noisy process back to the party I fled from. I looked back once.

It sat in the place where I left it, a tiny smile on its face. Then it lifted its paw, hopped of its perch and disappeared in the undergrowth. A small breeze brought me its parting words. It whispered around my head, happiness in the small voice. “Goodbye, my friend.”

Details
Oil on plywood
40cm x 30cm (15.7" x 11.8")
Finished with a glossy varnish.

Pricing: €149 €89 + shipping costs.

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The gathering



I always loved ladybugs. They look so cute, wth their shiny shields and fun dots. But they are ferocious predators. A contrast I can't help but love. As a kid I believed they brought good luck and still, so many years later, they brighten my day every time I see one.

They come together every Tuesday. Over the years they tried other days. But the rest of the week they are busy with important ladybug business and everybody hates Mondays. So Tuesday it is.There were more of them, these little blue friends, but Bart got lost when he fell asleep behind the windshield wiper of a car and woke up in uncharted territory, and Lilly got snatched by a sparrow just last weekend.

They gossip about the boring lives of the mundane red bugs. They discuss current affairs (that delicious infestation of lice on the third rose on the left) and their health (really Sally, no one wants to know about that).

And they don't realise it, but when they are together, with all their arguing and gossiping and laughing out loud, they make magic. Just a tiny bubble, bright and blue, invisible to anyone on the inside, but a shining light for everyone else.

This little circle of friends... this is where the magic happens.

Details
Acrylic on canvas
80cm x 60cm (31.5" x 23.6")
Finished with a satin varnish.

Pricing: €349 + shipping costs.

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