Laying on the couch, snoozing under a cozy blanket, I cannot find the inner peace to go and have a proper sleep, nor do I

There is something magical about getting winter wear from the attic once it really starts to get cold. Selecting the best scarfs and bonnets, I

With my children, looking at the poetic lines of Snowdonia’s green hills, I have a vision of us living in a place of such beauty,

As the bus drives past the silvery leafed birch trees along the way to Groningen, I see that some trees have yet to unfold their

Everything is still on this Monday morning. The beauty of the frosty winter days was not to last, instead I feel the droplets of dew

I am walking the same round I always walk, I see the same houses, the same trees and bushes. But as the low winter sun

Yes, this really is a new blogpost. After almost two years of absence here I am writing again, instead of sharing my artistic process on