Diggers

They are working o our street, the sewerage systems need renovation. there are two old ones, dating from the 1930's. To be replaced with one new large one, in the middle of the street. The construction company started four weeks ago, and it will take until November. My street is now a large pit, fit for a nice drawing of the digging equipment.

Mitzie and Tomatoes

It was warm yesterday, a fine June day. Mitzie, our oldest cat, was resting in the most unlikely place: a pot which was used to grow tomatoes in last year. We didn't have enough time this year, so the pot is vacant. Well, sort of.

Hollandsch Koffiehuis

Last saturday we as organizing team of the USK 2019 Amsterdam symposium came together for a meeting, and inspection of the venues.
I spent most of the day in the nice company of Gail spotting locations for the workshops at the symposium. We had some tough issues for some of the locations, but I am gad to say we found solutions.
When I left for the trainride home, the ride I wanted to take was cancelled. Which gave me some time to sketch an old 1911 building across te centra station, called Hollands Koffiehuis. A coffeeshop dating from an era when you could actually buy coffee at a coffeeshop.

Ford Mustang 1973

Mustang 1973.

I went to the vintage american car meeting, here in  town, this evening.
There was this beautiful blue Mustang from the early 70s. Rather difficult to draw.

Merovingen Maastricht

I made this map of Maastricht for my son, to be used in a computer presentation that he is making. The drawing depicts the town of Maastricht in the Merovigen era, about AD 600-800.
Part is based on information that I  found and received, another part is based on my imagination.

Face

After a picture. Paintbrush and some watercolour.

Odysseus and the Sirens

I had one of those dreams again, of a boat manouevring between rocks that made screaming noise.
Even though I could not relive the visuals of that dream, the idea stuck, and evolved into this drawing. Odysseus in his steampunk ship, passing between the sirens (which look quite different here than in the original mythology, I know, but that is called artistic freedom)