Apnoe Happening Hemmoor 2010

This was my weekend. The lake was pink:



Tongues were blue:



There was a hand made out of fire:



A hat that tried to bridge the gap between fishing andd hiphop:



My friend Mark lost his blond mind:



and this kid didn't know what to do anymore either:



Fairly typical weekend, then.

portraits from Kalamata

environments from Kalamata

abstracts from Kalamata

Cornelis Verhoeven 1928 - 2001

It's been nine years today.

"When we think about death, we make an endless detour around a given that we can't digest. But on that detour we discover in the light of our mortality also everything that is connected to it: our powerlessness, fears, faults, passivity. The thought of death must teach us not to experience these things as merely negative values. They are an essential part of our brief life. When we try to turn them off, we do ourselves an injustice. Our powerlessness also means that we can be overwhelmed by wonder or enthusiasm. Caving in can be an elemental joy. Thinking of death teaches us also that life is a gift over which we can't willfully command. We are in at least as strong a measure a witness to it as its possessor."

~ Cornelis Verhoeven, excerpt from the essay 'De betekenis van de dood in het leven' (the meaning of death in life), in the book 'De resten van het vaderschap' (The rest of fatherhood), Ambo, 1975

Ze Wissèrt of Ozoupolos

Magic outside of my front door, yesterday:



very faux-Greek, yet also



very semi-Oz, and definitely



all Tilburg.

Kelly and a bit of relaxed reading

Did a shoot with my friend and model Kelly, who's not only very pretty

but also a very athletic and cool poledancer



which can offer some interesting perspectives

Of course i tried hanging in that pole too -it still hurts. Everywhere.