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 ...

De duisternis van mijn hart (2012)