Who doesn’t miss those days when you could still play with flashy toys that had all sorts of buttons you could push and turn, producing animal sounds and wild flickering lights without people staring at you? I’m returning to those childhood days this weekend as by the time you read this I’ll be happily twiddling some knobs, pressing colourful buttons and flicking switches in Barcelona. Exactly what, why and where, you find out in this article.

Do you also often leave exhibitions feeling inspired to make art afterwards? I’m no painter nor would I be able to draw a decent still life if my own life depended on it, but whenever I visit a collage or photography show, I cannot wait to get home to start making work myself. The same happened to me last week when I visited the show ‘The Shape of Light: 100 Years of Photography and Abstract Art’ at Tate Modern. This show was the inspiration for my new Instagram account, focussing solely on black and white photography.

Why I Can’t Bear the Question “But Where Are You REALLY From?

How often are you asked where you’re REALLY from? If I’d get a pound (or Euro) each time I was asked this, I would almost be able to afford a new iPhone with that money. Although by now I’m kind of used to that question, it really annoys and sometimes even hurts me. In this blog post I tell you why. (Click on the title to open the full post.)

If you’re on Instagram, you might have seen the hashtag 5 ‘Facts about me’ passing by recently. I got very excited when Natasja of Dutch blog ‘Wat zij zegt’ invited me to share my #5factsaboutme on Instagram Story. Because not everybody who follows me here is on Instagram, I thought it would be fun to share my 5 facts with you in a blog. So get ready to learn some surprising facts about Dutch Girl!

It’s been only 1.5 weeks since I returned home from my 6-week artist residency in Captiva, Florida, and here I am back on a plane again. I’ve swapped my bikini and sandals for chunky pullovers and thermal socks as winter temperatures in the Netherlands are about 20 degrees Celsius lower than in Florida. Rather than showing off my tan to friends and family, I’ll be wrapped up in thermals again from head to toe.

It’s rather unusual for a Dutchie in his/her thirties not being able to swim. Yet, I am one of those people. I was pleased to find out my local gym offers swimming lessons for adults and I decided to register for class. That was exactly one year ago. After having made up excuses for 12 years, I gathered my courage and signed up for swimming lessons yesterday. Follow my progress here.