Last Chance!

It's going into its final week now,
the exhibition Mooi! (which I can't help but translating as Purrrty!)
Some pictures of mine can be seen there, along with work from fellow Fiep-awardee
Pyhai and other illustrators. We were asked because we're all illustrators of children's literature (some more than others though). And apparently the exhibition has been quite succesful.
What I found most interesting though, was the way it showed off some interesting differences in age and approach. Each illustrator has a style of his own that in my opinion seemed to very much belong to a certain age.
Though I'll leave it up to you to make any judgments on that.
You can see samples of all our work: here.

And if my camera's batteries hadn't given up I'd have shot more pictures,
but here you are.

A long long time ago

Back when I was a nipper in artschool I had to draw things because the teachers said so. Unlike the freedom I enjoy today to draw what I want to draw, only having to please myself (alright, and the people who pay me), back then I had to contend with the will of the aforementioned teachers. In the first term of my chosen course of illustration we had to deal with a certain teacher who had come up with, what at the time seemed like an incomprehensibly cruel punishment, a class to develop our sense of composition, our drawing skills and our general sense of what makes for a good image. He made us all draw a tinopener, for a complete term 6 hours a week, we were to draw our tinopeners. Starting with a small sheet of paper, and ending with huge sails of the stuff to blacken with our graphite pencils.
It was maddening, it was dull, it was one of the most valuable things I've ever done.
I think it was one of the most worthwile things in those entire four years.
Why am I typing this? Because I came across my drawings from that term on Flickr last week. Our old teacher, being as devoted to new media as he is, has put up lots of old work by students on the internet.
Unfortunately Flickr, doesn't want me to copy the images unto my blog. So you'll just have to go here

Motel Mozaique

Last year I was at the music festival Motel Mozaique for professional purposes,
this year however I went there because there was good music.
From the wonderful and oh-so american Alela Diane for example.

I shot a video myself, but I've yet to upload it.
So this will have to do until then.
I also saw Devotchka, who were fun in their rag-tag Mexican Balkan gypsy-way.
And we just managed to catch the tail-end of the concert by Mariee Sioux, who also sang at her friend's Alela Diane's concert. And she's cut from the same folksy cloth, but rather more surreal. There are wolves in her songs and trees and roots.

creepy corridors and icky interiors

The Nrc-handelsblad asked me to illustrate an article about the interiors of haunted houses. A wonderful subject, and one I could do lots of things with. Instead of going the easy route, I didn't draw any rooms or dark corridors filled with ominous shapes, I made a few miniatures. And used pictures of those to make something else altogether.
I'll post the final result later.

I think I know what my christmas card is going to be this year

Confessions of a goggle-addict

In my defense I only watched Bubble boy during a commercial break, and even then I had to stop, as it made my eyes water.
A Good Woman was more than alright, but Scarlett Johansen is hard to draw, especially when the shots are too quick.

hurray for my new camera