Maitland is hot. Literally and figuratively. Yet more and more trees are being cut down in town. And none are being replanted ... Reducing our already low canopy coverage. If we want shade, we have to

Recently I did some street art in the centre of my home town. Basically it were 22 birds I painted on the boards that were covering the windows of a building that was neglected for a few decades. At some

Me heading home after a workday

This illustration is meant for the #minicontest of @gulugu Click HERE to learn how to join. Nine cat lives (part 9) A random chosen black male Maybe you had expected you already had been finished with

In the video below we travelled from Taipei to Taichung by high speed rail. You can also find my posts on SteemitWorldMap

Normally; first there is my painting … … and then Mother Earth imitates me with a pale shadow of my created treasures. That’s how it happens all the time! Being a painter is a case of self-confidence,

After the art fair we had planned a 2 weeks trip through Taiwan, but before we leaving to the south by train, we stayed another few days in Taipei city. We moved to another hotel room, experienced the

Nine posts ago I wrote about my career in art. Actually it was the text I wrote for the 'about section' on my new website. I talked about my participation in an art fair in Taiwan. During those days I

A few months after we have arrived in New Zealand. One sunny morning in the centre in Auckland, when we were waiting for our bus, it suddenly became deadly quiet. I looked into the street and all cars

Below is a video of the inspiration and the making of one of my larger oil paintings. It was 120 x 180 cm. Sorry, no Dtube (I can't get it working for me). Protea madida is an amphibious plant: a plant

Once in a while an artist bumps on the same old question; What is art? During the years I’ve embraced different definitions about the concept of art. Not seldom nasty ones, like; art is just decoration,

In the Netherlands I was used to cemeteries being quite formal. We only visit them (on days other than a funeral) if we had to do something important. Such places are a bit apart from the ordinary world

The prompt for this art journal was: Create a page about your first memory? I grew up in a small apartment in the old centre of Amsterdam. The rooms in the building opposite of our home, were rented by

After the black and white dazzle car I couldn't stop. This Fiat Panda got dressed up with a Scottish tartan. We travelled through Europe. Here it just fitted under a parked trailer in Hungary. Then a Citroen

Once I had an art studio in Amsterdam. Near the studio was a bar. I tried to visit the bar as less as possible. About once a week, mostly on Friday when everybody celebrated the start of the weekend. This

Four days a week I open the doors of my art studio from 11am to 5pm. It is winter in Australia and ... cold. Although 'cold in Australia' may be a subjective concept. In Maitland, the summer hit the 43

Today I finally finished the 'about-page' on my studio-website. One of those jobs ... I started painting quite late. In my late twenties, when I worked as an accountant assistant, I decided to take another

This afternoon the handle of my favourite soup bowl broke off. It is quite useless now, unless you eat your soup properly at the diner table. I never do. Food taste best half laying on your back with the

I met cat number 7 for the first time in the psychiatric hospital of Santpoort (in the Netherlands). "Huh? Haha, what were you doing there?" Well, my mother lived there and I visited her with

The wheel cover of our Pajero was once sprayed in the same colour of greenish-blue as the car itself, but had peeled off by the harsh New Zealand sun, long ago. It annoyed me, but I also didn't want to