Zwarteweg in Heemskerk, where there are almost actual hills. Steady now. Anyway, I loved drawing this one. At first sight it’s just this mass of featureless green. Nothing to really grab on to. But the more you look, the more it reveals itself. All those lines, all this wild stuff going on. It’s such a tickly thing to put your eyes through.
Drawing from around Wormerland.
Looking south from Zaandam towards ‘t Twiske and Amsterdam Noord.
Looking over Botteskerkpark in Osdorp from my balcony on the 8th floor. I sent this one to my friend Clare in England, to try and cheer her up a little bit, as she’d been ill.