“Hello mum, you alright? Yeah I’m OK thanks. Mum, is your laptop on? No? Oh, no worries. I was just wondering if you could look something up for me? Yes. Well, could you find out what the emergency number is here? That’s right, the emergency one. I can’t remember what they use here. Could you look it up and ring me back? Brilliant. No, no, everything’s fine. No really. I was just curious, that’s all. Okay. Lovely stuff. I’ll speak to you in a minute then. Thanks mum. Bye for now. Cheerio. Bye. Bye.”
Two versions of another scene along Nieuwe Bildtdijk.
This is getting towards my house—near the Zwarte Haan.
Nieuwe Bildtdijk is a beautiful long road near where I live, in the northern part of Friesland—the bit of coast below the Frisian islands.
Ink drawing of me on the left and a made-up person on the right.
This one went on for ages. I drew the table and the guy on the phone about 6 months before but then gave up on it.
I do that sometimes. Starting the picture is the exciting part, but that feeling fades so I end up sitting on stuff. However, as I was on a roll from the last picture, finishing this one happened quite easily. Funny how it goes. (Also shown here is the first rough version.)
This one started out innocently enough: a little drawing of a mother in law’s tongue plant. But along the way it swelled into a depiction of Korzybski’s structural differential—the idea that you can never truly know anything, only a very filtered version of it. Information comes in, information goes out, while most of it just floats away.
Drawing trees again today with Katsia in Het Twiske. Maybe not as many as I’d hoped for, but hey. Available now, by the way, as a print from Etsy.