Dark Folk & Fairytales

Once upon a time under the waning gibbous September Moon, deep in the Dutch Low Lands, a pencil in my tiny left hand and a stubborn frown between my eyebrows, I came into this world. From that moment on.. paintbrushes, pens, and pencils were magic wands. My magical wands. I captured all that I witnessed and felt around me and conjured them on paper, wood, or whatever I encountered on my wanderings.

I grew up in the Land of Water, surrounded by the Nature Spirits in the Earth. The Rivers, the whimsical wild flowers, enchanting forests of plant life, the wise and sometimes grumpy old stones. I learned to listen very carefully to their ancient stories whispered by the winds. To let them carry me to other worlds with wonder & strangeness where the concept of time doesn’t exist. I sculpted little creatures from the clay of the cornfield opposite our house, made amulets from twigs, stones, and wrote diaries full of enchanted…