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If you’ve known me a bit longer, then you’ll know that I occasionally draw and paint. It’s something that comes and goes, but it always comes back again. I’ll spend a few weeks immersing myself in watercoloring or portrait drawing, and then it goes on the backburner for a while. Despite it not being a part of my daily life – for many artists, it’s second nature – I do feel that it’s a part of who I am. My preferred methods have always been traditional. I started with pencil drawings, moved on to acryllic paint in my teens / early twenties, went back to pencil drawings and then finally found a love for ink, watercolor and gouache. But I live and work very digitally as well, as a photographer. And a lot of what I wanted to achieve, didn’t quite fit with the supplies and tools I had at…

Our house looks like a toystore exploded and all of its toys landed on our floors and in our closets and shelves. Feet bruised from stepping on Legos (I KID YOU NOT, THEY ARE THE DEVIL’S TOYS) right before sitting on cars and pencils that my daughter has strewn all over the sofa. Having kids is messy. So, so frustratingly, joyfully messy. Our house is rarely orderly. But oh, it is a happy house. Toys. Books. Fairy lights everywhere, because my daughter loves them (it was one of the first things that she responded to and pointed at when she was little…r). Boldly colored playmats, because they’re safe. Drawings, mine and hers (I have a wall in the kitchen that’s dedicated fully to her art; it’s Her Gallery and I regularly curate it with newer paintings). And rainbows, of course. Always rainbows. On her bed, their clothes, her boots, her…

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…