STORY OF A PORTRAIT

It has been such a long mild autumn taking space from the winter, even the first snow already was here and left as silently as it came in one night. The lake is reflecting the morning colour of the sky, today some pale grey with little bumps of waves. A little wind waving the last rowen berries. Everyday routine, four to six Common Pheasants walking sneakingly around behind windows, usually queuing behind each others. From bush to bush, a nap in between under pine trees.

Last night sweet Freya sent me a story about her boyfriend´s birthday gift. It was the portrait of the two of them that I painted last month. The story made me so happy, including some coincidences in the middle of Amsterdam, but also a lot of warm feelings. Thank you Freya for telling the story and for the photo!

A hint of light blue on the sky, bicycle ride greetings!

(The second image is by Freya.)

ABOUT WEATHER & FRIENDS FROM AFAR

Dear You,

Never I guessed how many stories I would hear. Never I imagined all the weather reports that I have heard from you. The detailed descriptions of your surroundings, season or the day that you have had or the day that you are heading to. I love to keep on reading this book. It feels like traveling. A moment in rain, a moment in a beach, a moment in your baking kitchen. Thank you for being able to do so. Thank you with a curtsey!

Here the weather report is blue skied, brittle shadowed and long beamed. With walking and humming with birds. Breathing the new spring air and collecting freckles on nose.

This is a portrait that I painted for Claude Monique. The story of the painting is a Haitian proverb. Tipa Tipa ti swazo fe nish li. Bit by bit the tiny bird makes her nest.

Bit by bit I pour a cup of tea to all of you! Happy spring, happy March!

Hearts.

YELLOW ON ITS WAY

Hello dear all of you,

It was one more weekend of summer, bicycling up and down, around lakes and to a touching outdoor movie under dark blue sky with starlight on a hill of pastel colored wooden houses. Dark nights feel like a soft cotton cover around, it makes everything comfortable and silent after the summer light. Everything goes to sleep again. This morning the wind was very cold. A few leaves of the birch tree nearby have turned to yellow. Bye bye color green, it has been wonderful to have you around!

Last spring while I was waiting the first rain to arrive, my brushes were painting portraits, bonfire, handwriting and driftwood. There were "dark" and "fire" to be followed, I thought of nightly lakes. It all became album art for Holmes.

How was your weekend? Have a comfortable new week of August!