Monday, 25 January 2016
Anyway, here is a picture of the group.
Sunday, 24 January 2016
Thursday, 21 January 2016
Wednesday, 20 January 2016
Tuesday, 19 January 2016
Drawn in the evening, at first there was just enough light to make the sketch. It was very cold, minus 6, and I forgot my gloves. The water froze on my watercolour palette, even WC-pencils did not work properly. So I finished the drawing in the warm hotel, accompanied by a nice Weizenbier.
Saturday, 16 January 2016
Thursday, 14 January 2016
I had a little stop in Cologne, and made this drawing of the square in front of the main train station, next to the medieval Cathedral.
This is what we call "guilty landscape". Hundreds of women (about 500 now and still counting) were sexually harassed on this spot on new years eve. There is a lot of turmoil over the issue in the German media. Also in relation to the Syrain and other fugitives issues, the fugitives got blamed for it.
Anyway, there was a lot of police around tonight, and a few cameramen as well.
Tuesday, 12 January 2016
From "the invisible cities" by Italo Calvino, Chapter: "the thin cities 5"
THIN CITIES 5
If you choose to believe me, good. Now I will tell how Octavia, the spiderweb city, is made.
There is a precipice between two steep mountains: the city is over the void, bound to the two crests with ropes and chains and catwalks. You walk on the little wooden ties, careful not to set your foot in the open spaces, or you cling to the hempen strands. Below there is nothing for hundreds and hundreds of feet: a few clouds glide past; farther down you can glimpse the chasm's bed.
This is the foundation of the city: a net which serves as passage and as support. All the rest, instead of rising up, is hung below: rope-ladders, hammocks, houses made like sacks, clothes-hangers, terraces like gondolas, skins of water, gas jets, spits, baskets on strings, dumb-waiters, showers, trapezes and rings for children's games, cable-cars, chandeliers, pots with trailing plants.
Suspended over the abyss, the life of Octavia's inhabitants is less uncertain than in other cities. They know the net will last only so long.
Sunday, 10 January 2016
Thursday, 7 January 2016
Another business trip to Kleinostheim (a bit south of Frankfurt) yesterday. I heard about traffic jams on the road, and I was tired after a few hours of driving alone. So I decided to go off the motorway, into a town called Limburg an der Lahn. A beautiful old German town with lots of woodwork houses, and a nice Dom on top of the hill. I grabbed my drawing gear and made a sketch of one of the little squares.
It was a dark evening, but I changed it into day (a little artistic freedom). Within an hour I was on the road again. And the traffic jam was gone :)
Tuesday, 5 January 2016
Each morning they bring out these two mean and heavy chinese lions, they have to guard the entrance.
I wanted to draw something today, this was close enough for a quick lunchtime sketch.
The temperature was still okay: 9 degrees here in the south. However, up in the north of the Netherlands they have severe ice and snow problems with minus 10 degrees in Groningen. Unusual for such a small country like ours....
Friday, 1 January 2016
Here is a drawing that I made a few months ago, but I was not allowed to post it earlier. It's part of a calender for the printerpaper firm "Navigator". My drawing was for the month of January.
The drawing is based of a series of sketches, but is a combination of different places in Amsterdam.
From left to the right: Prinsengracht, Magere Brug, Westerkerk (the Anne Frank house is invisible behind the trees), the corner of the Brouwersgracht combined with bridges of the Leidsegracht, Oude kerk, Oude Zijds Voorburgwal (especially the part of the red light district).
As a student I lived in Amsterdam for some time , the accompanying text was an easy one:
When a visitor walks through Amsterdam, he sees a beautiful city, filled with canals, brick facades, warmly lit shops, red light windows, creaky drawbridges and churches with complicated bell towers.
But that is not why I love Amsterdam: I smell the bakery in the morning, when I pass over a steep bridge on my bike, almost colliding with an old woman selling flowers to German tourists. I feel at home.