July 9th, 2016

Stacks of people and a light bit of rail.

Happy New Year!

January 3rd, 2013

It may look like vandalism, but how else are you going to chase away the demons of the old year?

Water nymph

December 9th, 2012

Wood nymph

November 26th, 2012

We had the water there, the trees, all the leaves, just the wood nymph was late. Again.

Corner store

November 24th, 2012

Your friendly neighbourhood corner store.


September 22nd, 2012

Last week I received a long, rambling letter from Cerebrus Platvis, the famous Dutch poet. It feels like ages since I last heard from him and by the looks of it things haven’t been going great.

Nearly twenty pages long, written on paper that looks like it was crumpled up and then re-used, some of it stained with huge blotches of ketchup or perhaps curry, full of convoluted diagrams, arrows that point nowhere and emphatic exclamation marks, it is nothing like his usual measured work. I fear he must be losing his mind or has already lost it.

Much of the letter, if that is what it is, is hard to decipher. Some parts seem (intentionally?) smudged beyond recognition, others so hastily scrawled that they’re barely readable. The parts that can be read do not seem to connect into any coherent whole.

In one of the corners on sheet VI, as I’ve numbered them, there is a little poem, in simple, almost childlike writing. It reads:

“Ach,” riep het laken
dat met vlekken was besmeurd
en daar zo’n beetje bij hing
in beter dagen wit gekleurd

Een hond begon te janken
en er klonk een droge snik
Het laken haalde adem
“Het spook”, sprak het, “ben ik”

It will take some time to study and catalog the document in its entirety. But I feel that in sending it he meant to tell me something, and if it doesn’t mean anything to me, perhaps I can find out what it meant to him.

Bye Neil

August 27th, 2012

First Neil Armstrong went to the moon. Now he’s gone to the stars.

The Limit

August 18th, 2012

Summer again

August 14th, 2012



False Positive

July 25th, 2012


False positive is an amazing comic. It’s fantastically drawn and terrifyingly hilarious.


Sometimes you wonder – where did all the monsters go? Did we kill all them all? What happened to them? But here they are. They are here.