I walk home across the rice-fields, green emerald rice fields. The grassy blades whispering, swaying in the gentle breeze. Let us walk once again through the innocent charm of the paddy fields. Hiding ourselves in this cocoon of simplicity. Emerald green fields.

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This painting was created during summer in a luscious garden with beautiful wildflowers. I love to combine pink. Let it be light, dark or raspberry bright – paired with green a sense of balance is created. 

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This artwork is all about my love to be in nature, embracing the sweet moments of doing nothing.

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This painting brings back lovely memories. After my graduation I lived in Indonesia and studied art. I lived with my tutor and his family who taught me so much about art, Indonesian art and culture, but also about perspectives in life. I was quite shy at the time and he encouraged me to tell my story. So I travelled around Asia and back in Utrecht I founded my atelier “Tinystories”.

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Palmier - the leaf of a king palm tree. 

The first time I saw a palm tree, I immediately fell in love with their shape and form, which is why I included it also in my logo tinystories.

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Inspired by traditional Japanese landscapes,
this painting invites the viewer to lose themselves
in the stillness, the space, and the breath between peaks.
Each layer fading into the next,
like memories softened by distance. 

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Female faces are always a big inspiration to me. I enjoy especially drawing the eyes and this is what I start with. It is the most difficult part of the painting but also the most exciting to find out her expression, her character while drawing.

xTiny

Female faces are always a big inspiration to me. I enjoy especially drawing the eyes and this is what I start with. It is the most difficult part of the painting but also the most exciting to find out her expression, her character while drawing.

xTiny

Inspired by traditional Japanese landscapes,
this painting invites the viewer to lose themselves
in the stillness, the space, and the breath between peaks.
Each layer fading into the next,
like memories softened by distance. 

xTiny