The biggest way my husband Wil show his love for others, is by doing things for them, specifically designing and making furniture. There’s an “I love you” in the bookcases he built for our home. There’s an “I love you” in the nightstands he made for us after I saw an idea on Pinterest. There’s an “I love you” in our outdoor lounge seating set, which we’ve enjoyed for about 5 summers now, under our outdoor roofed patio. But the most love, he has put towards making our children their bespoke bedroom furniture. This started in 2016, when I was pregnant with our daughter Rosalie. At the time, we didn’t know we were having a girl, so it was a challenge to decorate her nursery in a gender-neutral style while still keeping it sweet and colorful (I’m not big on black and white for nurseries). So we landed on pastel…

One of the reasons I started exploring digital art, is how easy it is to make adjustments when needed. Corrections or alternate versions are just so easily achieved, and in my brief experience that means I should strive to do my absolute best and focus on the details, much more so than I would with a regular sketch. Sketching to me is usually impulsive, expressive. But these illustrations are meant to be very deliberate, and that’s how I’ll approach them from now on. I made some alterations to my “Fuck You! Love, Me” piece and feel a lot more confident as a (hobbyist) illustrator. And quite comfortable with the process and medium. I am also discovering how much easier it is to include watercolored elements to digital works (something which held me back from doing more with my art, and my more I mean “selling” #SorryNotSorry) and will work on…

With her mom being photographer, my daughter is used to constantly having her photo taken. She’ll see me snap a moment in time, documenting something she or her little brother is doing, and will run up to me, telling me “draai eens om” (turn it around) so she can see herself through the selfiecam. Or she’ll ask me to see the photos I’ve just taken. Recently, she’s taken it upon herself to take her OWN photos (at 3 years old), using her dad’s iPhone. And she’s pretty good at it, too. But until now, I haven’t had the pleasure yet of having her really pose for photos (I do have those portraits from when she was 13 months old, but those were her captured in a magical moment), for a Real Photoshoot. So that was a happy moment for me, because I’ve been DYING to get recent portraits of her…

My house and heart are full. These photos, especially put next to each other, mean the world to me. When my daughter Rosalie was about 13 months old, I snapped some photos of her as it was snowing outside. I stood outside the window, capturing her in awe of the white world surrounding us that day. To this day it’s one of my most beloved, favorite photos ever taken. Cut to 2,5 years later, when her little brother Lucas was also around 13 months old (a few weeks ago). My husband Wil had taken him outside, and I from inside saw the beautiful golden glow of the setting sun falling on their blond hair. I quickly grabbed my camera (which still had a 100mm lens on it – but it was perfect), realizing that it wasn’t just the moment that was special but the timing too. Portraits of my boy…