My thoughts on painting, home life, working in The Netherlands. Short notes after the events I paint. Who I met, how the night went, and what the portraits turned out like.
I started out early, bringing my daughter to a tennis tournament she’s participating in. Usually, when I have a good start to the day, the rest of the day follows in the same vein. But, for some reason, when I got back, I started getting into a slump. I felt restless and aimless, and the chaos in the house didn’t...
Most of us have been there. You know the person well, you want to get it right, and somehow everything you find in the shops feels like it could be for anyone. A candle, a voucher. Something nice but forgettable. The gifts that people actually remember receiving have one thing in common: they show that someone paid attention. Not necessarily...
