Queen of Kittens

Oh, my succulent sweetie
my velvet ball of purring
my perfect, blackest tigercubling
oh burbling wittle kitty!

Oh mijn malse meisje
mijn schattig kattenboutje
klein zwartpootig koboldrvrouwtje
oh pollewoppig poezelijsje!

Drawings for AmmA's CD booklet.

This year's easter egg.

 

The riotous red of flamelicked locks

has left a key for he that knocks.

Harehatted Girl

One morning, as I came tripping down the stairs

my father noticed my hair was like a hare's.

"Take of that silly hat" he spat "this minute, miss!"

I stood still, made quite uncomfortable by this.

"Dad..." I began, dragging my eyes from his irrate stare,

this is my normal hair... it just looks like a hare's."

"I dreamed them up one day, I'm unsure how,

and these ears just sprouted out my brow!

I can comb them and they do this bounce that I love

and they stop my earphones from slipping off."

This I explained as I inched 'round to make good my escape.

"Anyway, I've got to run, I'm late, I'm terribly, terribly late!"

Autumnal Riding Hood

Aan het grazige gras

op het vossige mos

in sappige schaduw

in lommer en luw

On knowing knoll

on resting crest

in crisping whistling

leafy evening

Werewolf Button

A horrible button,
because we carry our shadows with us just as much as our light sides.
So why not pin them to your blouse sometimes?

Birdtailed Coat

Growing up I used to dream of having such a coat.
I used to imagine stories about my own fantasy world.  
There was a girl there who became a ghost and could walk through time.
She would sit silently in the morning twilight, with the ravens and the jack daws.

She had a coat like that.  

She could wear whatever she imagined, and could tell fortunes by reading spiderwebs.  

Only she couldn't remember her own name, for she had lost most of the memories of her life.

Through the keyhole of Night.

Logo for de Kosmonaut

The logo is in a style reminiscent of old ex libris bookmarks and profile portraits in the 19th century. And my work ofcourse :)

Sketch for the Year of the Rabbit

Patrick said this sketch is very much about me:
How I want to feel rooted and held like the Rabbit girl is by the tree.
How I love tea and comfort, nature and playful objects, like the Rabbit hat.
And how I keep a little light of hope burning on the side.

When someone sees you so well,
it's like being given the gift of yourself, by someone you love.

New drawings for buttons

Girl in fox-sweater and starry sky

Roundfox


Elvira's discovery



Captain Fishhead

The lonely player on the floor

Our concert booklet for may 9th

Poster for our concert on may 9nth

Happy 2010

By hob

By hob and not,
with bounding trot
by stricken stride
I bound the night.

The moon and gloom
my silent guide,
by breath and bale
and winding trail.

To light a light
would dark the night
and make alone
my shadow own

Therefore the twink
of dawning pink
will be my glow,
by hob I go.

Midnight

Midnight

I loved you, secretly
like hidden moon loves sun
Beguiled I watched you, waning
waxing when you'd come

Poppies flower under moonlight
nod and whisper in twilight breeze
I lie below them looking up
at blackest sky and starlit trees

Into the void of ocean night
I cast my calling soul
Far as stars we are apart
flying as we fall

Night crickets hold their breath
mute to poppies' silent song
I lie where I once loved you
hollow as the night is long

Buttons!

Above: "Autumn Queen" and "Bastian Starlight", €1,- each. Size: 32mm.



Above: "Little Red RidingFox" and " Hare Girl", €1,50 each. Size: 45mm




Above: "Dreary's Daughter" and "The year of the Ox", €2,- each. Size: 56mm


You can order them from me, or buy them at subcultures in Utrecht.

The Castlefest Drawing

Drawing at Castlefest 2009

Here I'm drawing at the artsquare at Castlefest Festival 2009. (Note my very fist merchandise on the first picture: buttons!)