dogs in striped pyjama's
2 november 2011
27 oktober 2011
When you keep your red wrigglers happy, that is feed them peelings from veggies and fruit, coffeegrounds, garden waste, dead leaves, straw and some nice steamy horseshit for dessert, they will give you the nicest compost in return: fuel for everything that grows. So let autumn do his job, let all the dead organic material rest where it falls. Let blowers and rake untouched, let the worms, bacteriae, fungi, amoebes, microbes and all the small unseen workers in the ground do their job. They make fuel for the earth.
20 oktober 2011
10 oktober 2011
6 oktober 2011
The words of Anais Nin are so true. It's what I do all the time. I'm busy all day with cleaning and shopping and playing and nursing and walking the dogs, and cooking and feeding and eating and gardening and when it's time to go to bed I say to myself: That was another busy day. And then I think: But there is one thing I didn't do and that's painting and that's the thing I really like to do, but I don't do it and don't know why there are allways so many others things that are in the way, and just before I close my eyes I say: Tomorrow I start painting. Tomorrow...
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
28 september 2011
15 september 2011
7 september 2011
The mysterious cycle of life: the sadness of saying farewell to a life departing in the dark unknown, and then all of a sudden there are fresh green sprouts. My heart jumps with excitement when I feel the enormous power of life. Where does it go and where does it come from?
30 augustus 2011
Tada! This is me without my adult-disguise, accompanied by my two friends. They are still in their big-black-wolf and sweet-sheepish-doggy-disguises. Underneath, he is a soft, eager beaver and she a fierce little tigress. We are the stars in a new story in progress, so this drawing is for fun and play and exercise.