For the most part I'm an autodidact. What I lack in technical education, I try to make up for with passion and enthousiasm.

I consider myself to be a multidisciplinary artist.

My journey into the arts began with music when I picked up my mom's acoustic guitar when I was younger. In my teens I discovered the drums and a whole new world opened up for me. Throughout my adulthood, I also got a bit acquainted with the keyboard.

Early on I also tried my hand at juggling words into poetry and song lyrics. Later on I also began to write (short) stories and fairy tales, but also stage plays, film scripts and non-fiction.

I was never really any good at doodling, but that didn't stop me from attempting to draw or paint whichever came to mind. Through the last years of my highschool career I got introduced to a whole plethora of artistic fields that peaked my interest and that I still occasionally turn to to express myself, such as photography, videography, audiography, tailoring, sculpting, land art, acting, model design and architecture.

The artistic brain is known for its chaos

Because I often work on multiple projects at the same time, it is common that many works remain unfinished for years on end.

I get inspired by history, current (world) events and nature; in life, death, and mortality; the meaning of life; love; existentialism; loneliness; the call of the void; ...

The subjectiveness of beauty in all her aspects; Nordic countries and mainly Iceland; mythology and religion; suicide and the desire for (a) death, for an end; animal rights and human rights; veganism; justice; magic; fantasy; science-fiction; space; morality; ... also tickle my artistic mind.

Through the creative works, the hopeless (r/R)omantic artist in me attempts to control and shape his tormented soul, his broken heart, his playful inner child, his dark and heavy thoughts ...

Routine (2010)