We are two monkeys who have encountered wakefulness in a sleepless forest. The people around us and on the streets form the trees to this dense piece of land we preserve as forest. We can climb them, ignore this urge or just stay put in the spot where we were placed by others. Whatever we choose, it’s the right one. It is our aim be be wakeful and our greatest enemy is dreamless sleep, because without dreaming there is no room for magick and will our consciousness slowly die. This is not the mission we are on.
My mission is to have the magick that surrounds us visible once more. To show you, me, and even strangers that form the forest how magick touches us, how it has always surrounded us, and how we’ve never truly lost it. My art is a mirror, a window into the magick that slumbers within you. I want to give that magick back to you, to show its face in the lines of my drawings.
At one moment, in all these moments you can find below, I found surrealism in my life. How everything I had always looked for, through and in was an accumulation of surrealism. And also that surrealism was actually magick in an artistic form. That everything I did was a form of magick. Not long after that I stopped trying and started the practice of making magickal art. Surrealism in it’s purest form, like it was indented all those years ago.
Although art and making art was always a part of my life, sometimes more on the background and other times in full view, in Alkmaar my voice finally came to a full bloom. I started selling my art to people who where fans of my work. Magick started to play an even greater role then before.
After finding a new love of my life and this time for real. A person who wanted me for the person I was and not who they thought I could be. Being in a relationship with mutual respect and the only expectation making each other happy, I felt comfortable to leave the village were I spent most of my life. A new chapter.
Life wasn’t what I expected. Work came to a grinding halt. Relationships didn’t work and the people I called friends were far away. Something had to change and the only thing I could change was myself. I needed to return to the person I was before all this. The child with the magickal consciousness and finding who he was, before I became the one I did not want to be.
After an ugly divorce came a life after. Trying to be as normal as normal people can be. Pursuing a career, having a relationship with lovely ladies and faling a both. Happiness lay elsewhere, but I was still not sure where to find what I was looking for. Magick started to re-appear in my subconsciousness at the end of this period.
Being a father of one child was for me like riding a bike with one wheel. A second child was the cherry on top and more then welcome. We had waited long enough.
Having children, being a father was a long time wish. Becoming a father was one of the best things that happend to me in this life.
Being married to someone was, for me, one important aspect. Being married, having a job and a steady income. That was how life should be. Until it all blew up and I realized I wasn’t happy in the life I had chosen for myself. An ugly divorce followed my seemly happy married life.
At one point I became disappointed in everything. The music I listened, the magick I said to preach, the people I loved. Nothing was living up to my expiations (or so I thought). I started a normal living.
Magick came to me through music. Not the normal music from the radio and top40, which I really disliked, but from hearing experimental music. The likes of Current 93, Coil and Psychic TV. They talked about alternate realities, changing your universe and most of all about magick. Their words and interests made me dive in the sea of love, manifestation and change.
Within the universe of my early childhood there were the first friendships, losing grounds, finding my magical consciousness, attending school and being respectful to your elders. And eating your greens.
Born between the dust and chards of glass, the universe looked upon us and saw it was good.