Being biased

There is a new shop in my hood. It opened its doors to the public yesterday. And I think it’s amazing. But I’m biased. I rent a shelf there. And on that shelf lie my cards!

That new shop is called TOON. It existed before, on a different location. But has now moved to de Baarsjes in Amsterdam. TOON is a shop where you can show your products and art, by renting a shelf, couple of square metres or a nail on a wall. It also has a little stage where performers can do their thing. Some people rent square metres and create there little studio there.

The shop is enormous. It has corners and lovely shrines filled with a diversity of beautiful things. You could get lost. You can have a cup of coffee too. Sitting on any chair in the shop you like. The only risk there, is that the chair is being sold while you sit in it.

If you’re in Amsterdam only for a short trip, skip the main shopping area and head over to de Baarsjes in Amsterdam West immediately. Stop by at TOON. Come say hi to my cards in their own little corner and leave your drawing marks on the sample-cards like this little guest has so beautifully done.

Someone understood what the pencils are for and multi-coloured this heart!

Someone understood what the pencils are for and multi-coloured this heart!

Marvel at all the beauty the shop has on offer. It’s absolutely worth visiting. I know, it’s not convincing hearing that from someone as biased as me.
If you would like to see my little corner at TOON but are not anywhere near Amsterdam, pay a visit to my corner on their website (which is in Dutch, so good for your language skills).

 

 

TOON is located on the Jan Evertsenstraat 4 – 8 and can very easily be reached by tram and bus.

 

I sketched how to get there

 

[ Note that my cards will be at TOON for the next 3 months! ]

A year in a jar

Every year I’m surprised. All news channels look back on the year and it turns out I’ve forgotten at least 95% of it. Largely. Besides the feeling of surprise, it makes me feel a little ignorant, too.

However, these news channels all show why my brain banished most of those news items, as most are terrible tragedies and other depressing facts. But it’s not only these facts that I seem to have forgotten. Also the good things that happened, the beautiful moments that popped up along the road I travelled during that year – blurry memories as well… That saddens me a bit as it occurs to me that remembering such things could give a nice positive boost at the start of the new year!

So this year I started my 2014-in-a-jar. I found the idea somewhere on the internet and immediately decided that was going to be the trick for me.

It’s easy as one-two-three. You can make it yourself. Use an old jam jar. Or a weck jar. Maybe you’re more the box-type. Shoe-boxes may do, too! There are no rules.

 

If you feel totally lost at only the thought of that jar, here are some guidelines. Just to help.

A few guide lines...

This is how it works…

 

My weck jar has really helped me become more aware of interesting moments and beautiful happenings. It absolutely is a good way to stand still and see what you have. To realise it’s not all that black and negative. And to be thankful for it.

Tomorrow I will open my weck jar and carefully read the collected moments. I will use them to write a short review on my 2014. Then the jar will be ready for 2015.

And so will I.

 

Obsessive love

Dear reader, I’m in love! Or maybe “obsessed” is more accurate. The lucky bastard: Dick Vincent. A Manchester-based illustrator – whose work you may have seen in Flow Magazine par exemple – that won my heart about a year ago with his watercolour-illustrations. And since then I follow him where ever he goes: Instagram, Etsy, facebook… *sighs*
I’m drooling all over his work and desperately heart every picture he posts to Instagram. But when he posted the new print of “The Log Lady” from Twin Peaks (the series is returning in 2016!) he really set me on fire. Whoooosh! I mean, that clearly means he and I are meant to be – if he loves Twin Peaks and its characters then I don’t need any more proof.

Twin Peaks' Log Lady by Dick Vincent

Twin Peaks’ Log Lady by Dick Vincent

But before Dick Vincent is requesting a restraining order to stop me from getting any nearer, let me be clear: I’m exaggerating of course. However, I do love his work immensely. The dry sense of humour, a certain love for pets and other animals, simple yet (mostly) colourful and detailed – I can’t stop looking at him, er…it. With his amazing fantasy Vincent – who graduated from Manchester Metropolitan University in 2007, having studied Illustration with Animation – always manages to put a smile on my face.

The best people love cats and dogs. Another of Vincent's prints.

The best people love cats and dogs. Another of Vincent’s prints.

In the new year (currently December-broke even though it’s only November) I’m gonna treat myself to the fantastic print of the Twin Peaks‘ Log Lady. Excited already! Dick also showed us a little painting of Twin Peaks director David Lynch on his blog, so I’m hopeful this means the start of a Twin Peaks series of portraits. I would love to have Cooper, Harold the Orchid man, Andy, Lucy , Leo “New Shoes” and Nadine on my wall too. Do it for me Dickie, do it for me!
If not, I’ll expand my Vincent-collection with the pictures of Mark Twain and his marvellous friends. All is fine by me, really Dick. Just promise me to never give up on illustrating. And tell me you love me… my! Christmas cards too.

Who doesn't want this Peruvian farmer and his larma on the wall?

Who doesn’t want this Peruvian farmer and his larma on the wall?

 

 

At het Begijnhof

Ok, ok, you’re in Amsterdam because you need to smoke some pot. I know… But whilst doing your coffee shop research you must’ve come across Het Begijnhof in your very lonesome planet. You must have!

sneak peaking

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Het Begijhof, probably founded in the 14th century, is a bit of a miniature village in the centre of Amsterdam. A little version of Amsterdam within the very city itself. Of course I could write an essay here about this little piece of heaven, but I’ve decided to not giving it all away. You just have to pay a visit to this beautiful and silent gem of Amsterdam. Go see it for yourself.

The inside of the chapel is a must see too, so go and enjoy a concert when you get the chance.

Actual Amsterdam

Amsterdam gets mentioned in films and tv-series quite a lot.
And unfortunately it’s not something to be proud of as it’s always the same boring reason: drugs.
Or whores.
And it’s true, this is what people think is Amsterdam.
Friends who come visit seem to be shell-shocked when they discover Amsterdam is way more than just drugs.
Or whores.
In fact, Amsterdam is quite something.
Amsterdam is quite surprising.
Amsterdam is quite beautiful.
With or without drugs.
Or whores.

Bridge

In my next monthly focus I’m going to proof that.
October is my Amsterdam-focus.
And I’ll show you the actual Amsterdam.