Handmade in the Lowlands
Often you end up in dreamy landscapes past snowy trees, wild animals and remote hidaways.
Getting caught in a winterstorm or lost on forgotten paths.
Stumbling on mysteries in dense atmospheres dooming from the dark..laying still and hidden.
Find oneself threatened by the lure of shadows and dangers from mist-shrouded landscapes.
Discovering places when wondering and wandering alone in the calm and silence of nature. On the lookout for that one atmosphere. The search for that intense feeling of being small…being nothing, compared to mighty nature.
Whilst being in the dark, I observe and uncover what has subconsciously managed to sketch a path on my paper.
Black dots fill the void in a repeating way. No dot is more meaningful than the others. Each dot is just as important as the other. What fascinates me most, however, is the empty space. The nothing. There where endless possibilities are.
Dotwork, also called stippling, is a form of pointilism that has captivated me for a number of years now …. a time-consuming and meditative technique.
I did study the art of stained glass and glass painting, but the illustrative side of art have always been an ultimate passion. Learning old crafts is one of them too and I have not stopped exploring other arts and handmade skills.
Nowadays I am gladly weaving multiple crafts together in my work.
