tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18407684757582426402024-03-19T08:37:09.212+01:00StadsgiraffeMarike Knaapenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05111133659819168357noreply@blogger.comBlogger993125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1840768475758242640.post-26514667812752502302015-02-12T11:59:00.001+01:002015-02-12T11:59:26.908+01:00yesterdays Nrc.Next<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxB8-zbuYgeddYyeATk_O8zqlDcm_imOn0Gq7pzqx2i7F5OUtMtiM6L2z0dFWc7nEYi6gAE_a5s-4yaxIFcSjj8jNRysRQu5AQjZrNEY-ogVIEsvu82qkXIZqjExa-U4xBUv0wHGnmeN3z/s1600/kader1.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxB8-zbuYgeddYyeATk_O8zqlDcm_imOn0Gq7pzqx2i7F5OUtMtiM6L2z0dFWc7nEYi6gAE_a5s-4yaxIFcSjj8jNRysRQu5AQjZrNEY-ogVIEsvu82qkXIZqjExa-U4xBUv0wHGnmeN3z/s620/kader1.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OWi-5W4OIeoNQn7CbfDXvIye-A3qkyzR2EidtO8IZZEX070bLi84HARLhKeOP4bkJLGP5Aojl23wVfXIv1JmtWafdWuYhUnOPoTsNJAmoRrfS6K2i8WKHc7ESYsu7U16tx5tM_IAQdR4/s1600/kader2.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OWi-5W4OIeoNQn7CbfDXvIye-A3qkyzR2EidtO8IZZEX070bLi84HARLhKeOP4bkJLGP5Aojl23wVfXIv1JmtWafdWuYhUnOPoTsNJAmoRrfS6K2i8WKHc7ESYsu7U16tx5tM_IAQdR4/s620/kader2.jpg" /></a><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Marike Knaapenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05111133659819168357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1840768475758242640.post-14401927518090465412015-02-02T13:08:00.000+01:002015-02-02T13:08:21.962+01:00Aziz<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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On a snowy winter evening I walked into the hot steamy desert music of Aziz Sahmaoui and his band Gnawa University. Oh la la. What a lovely evening. It inspired me to make this graphic work. And I just have to share his music with you: Here is some of his music, check it out if you can or better: go so his show if he plays near you.
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Marike Knaapenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05111133659819168357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1840768475758242640.post-61072562953714525362015-01-05T10:18:00.000+01:002015-02-03T14:52:49.224+01:00Nrc Next last saturday.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKxP78yPbQzLp90axNuvm7qT-iIhVRg-fDL92VECFkonahHuNI1Cx1QolVatNilnW1Krkbd_sf_S4edUGoLGpIuQNfZRLAOaMLxRFLOC25g7T4Qa1_XqKu9TVXyVS0__Yo_HFRoJT2ElN/s1600/kader.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKxP78yPbQzLp90axNuvm7qT-iIhVRg-fDL92VECFkonahHuNI1Cx1QolVatNilnW1Krkbd_sf_S4edUGoLGpIuQNfZRLAOaMLxRFLOC25g7T4Qa1_XqKu9TVXyVS0__Yo_HFRoJT2ElN/s620/kader.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_kUimQX126bvVQGSodJfz12bC-0PKYvBVCKnDoxXeyfxErXxwkytEEiAJNzZwzk-Bie9IZPC8relvVfLVH5pJkYqZ-LIXc7XkIAPCc0sAWsul0CedjX8Ys9BgyGxng7geZCDBhbgGkT6j/s1600/kader2.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_kUimQX126bvVQGSodJfz12bC-0PKYvBVCKnDoxXeyfxErXxwkytEEiAJNzZwzk-Bie9IZPC8relvVfLVH5pJkYqZ-LIXc7XkIAPCc0sAWsul0CedjX8Ys9BgyGxng7geZCDBhbgGkT6j/s620/kader2.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0GY4j9WLZ9yJts-rmHDYeciqi7aPzF9pdpiSE3y2NukYIJwO99VEl3MaS7mb_AD7kgQxIF1otUz_4HtVVnO65KLQKohCNueGs_uIU_YpoFgLWIgG8GfaSDM27F34Hf7bPfQ3E-mhn9uo/s1600/kader3.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0GY4j9WLZ9yJts-rmHDYeciqi7aPzF9pdpiSE3y2NukYIJwO99VEl3MaS7mb_AD7kgQxIF1otUz_4HtVVnO65KLQKohCNueGs_uIU_YpoFgLWIgG8GfaSDM27F34Hf7bPfQ3E-mhn9uo/s620/kader3.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43KgoBAD5qWjobZRMotykY8KF8YVYfL86sk-JJZOaXEX9MCKFt1tRLs5ACOMgYfIp1oUc_z7Ghc3bBZXKHxTVNUKTM-Hjcq0QB_O7RJQ-mNbzP8go4QLv_AcLYtlG-atX-jCcQRh4pQhH/s1600/kader4.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43KgoBAD5qWjobZRMotykY8KF8YVYfL86sk-JJZOaXEX9MCKFt1tRLs5ACOMgYfIp1oUc_z7Ghc3bBZXKHxTVNUKTM-Hjcq0QB_O7RJQ-mNbzP8go4QLv_AcLYtlG-atX-jCcQRh4pQhH/s620/kader4.jpg" /></a><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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And ofcourse, for all of you, a lovely, happy and busy 2015. Love from Amsterdam.Marike Knaapenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05111133659819168357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1840768475758242640.post-82997546653064425002015-01-04T10:51:00.002+01:002015-01-04T10:51:36.911+01:00I don't .....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXA5xzGxo474lKxQVAberMbRvpx8YEdZnYTl5n1DRfCty5IuBJzm9ARINUU-P4eNoQ4Mr6vHybZXZPdxRgBtLnJxj6zoAJMLMOMuDxeR0ei30SsAqwtmt36cFluCDwAM4BDlBc8yNu4ahw/s1600/kader.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXA5xzGxo474lKxQVAberMbRvpx8YEdZnYTl5n1DRfCty5IuBJzm9ARINUU-P4eNoQ4Mr6vHybZXZPdxRgBtLnJxj6zoAJMLMOMuDxeR0ei30SsAqwtmt36cFluCDwAM4BDlBc8yNu4ahw/s620/kader.jpg" /></a><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Marike Knaapenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05111133659819168357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1840768475758242640.post-41627612540654264852014-10-22T18:03:00.000+02:002014-10-22T18:03:45.492+02:00Woman/ fish<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuScGNwz4WVskTGvwhrHal5LWsNw3upM3QVhOGptGFtDGu07UCxRs92BZwaH6o1pItRpVMP13MF4JmhVrLAK5jjl8xicj2YEC-Uj_tkJqonz9_asXd9LA9qTW99emICY1tmUyvahURgTdG/s1600/kader.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuScGNwz4WVskTGvwhrHal5LWsNw3upM3QVhOGptGFtDGu07UCxRs92BZwaH6o1pItRpVMP13MF4JmhVrLAK5jjl8xicj2YEC-Uj_tkJqonz9_asXd9LA9qTW99emICY1tmUyvahURgTdG/s620/kader.jpg" /></a><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Marike Knaapenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05111133659819168357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1840768475758242640.post-60514210254657397402014-10-04T22:05:00.000+02:002014-10-04T22:05:23.884+02:00Painting<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Most of the time I feel I have the best job in the world. But last Tuesday I had my doubts. I went to see the Marlene Dumas show in the Stedelijk Museum in Amsterdam. Oouch. Being an illustrator is amazing, but being a painter really must be the best. I miss my own painting days sometimes. The oil, the canvas, the hours spent just watching the painting. Contemplating, removing, adding. Wonderful. But who knows... I still see myself in a big workstudio someday. But for now I do have the best job in the world. And my studio also is my livingroom, with great music, my computer and my pentablet. Making wonderful work, seen by many as well. And Marlene, thank you. For the energy and good spirits that bursted off those canvasses....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvg9s92stkUBco0BH_6GM-c7ogNDNtH3m_uPb04IhpqEWJAir7JAzwdCjjeP1ScDN0XOTthE8LlEJKgahyphenhyphenEa-1ph1cMH3UpHQ0mHa09Uehw8w7F0o-ZwIywpwparHUK4va54rW3DdZu5YQ/s1600/kader.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvg9s92stkUBco0BH_6GM-c7ogNDNtH3m_uPb04IhpqEWJAir7JAzwdCjjeP1ScDN0XOTthE8LlEJKgahyphenhyphenEa-1ph1cMH3UpHQ0mHa09Uehw8w7F0o-ZwIywpwparHUK4va54rW3DdZu5YQ/s620/kader.jpg" /></a>Marike Knaapenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05111133659819168357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1840768475758242640.post-15373257647099457382014-09-30T18:50:00.001+02:002014-09-30T18:50:35.451+02:00Lost & Found<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Two old writingpads. Found in France. In a little shop, filled with old magazines, books and modern pens and pencils. I love treasure hunting in France. Their fleamarkets are filled with old stuff. I found the pile of old magazines in a corner of a little shop. Filled with paintings, glasswork, threads and textile. Old lights, and old french people. With old smelly dogs.<br />
And on the topfloor, tucked away in a corner: this pile of forgotten magazines from 1953. 35 francs at the time.<br />
The pile was three times as big. I could not take them all. Maybe I should have. Cause for 50 cents a piece? What a bargain! And look at all those post-its. That is what inspiration looks like!</div>
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Marike Knaapenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05111133659819168357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1840768475758242640.post-13073763342169214152014-09-23T09:42:00.001+02:002014-09-23T09:42:21.572+02:00Illustraties voor het magazine van Sociëteit De Kring, te Amsterdam. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAOl0Ix4UsUaPx-9d04ARkKRJcyKumBKhG1shxxDMKGKHFPsS3apgeeZr8AYnBsv641p0SxyiEGyEf8hTq0DS__jctqtcPaqNJAeSIapYk_qe7fQq6tqFlCkkFy9WuwzIVkOAlhrLH_f3W/s1600/kader.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAOl0Ix4UsUaPx-9d04ARkKRJcyKumBKhG1shxxDMKGKHFPsS3apgeeZr8AYnBsv641p0SxyiEGyEf8hTq0DS__jctqtcPaqNJAeSIapYk_qe7fQq6tqFlCkkFy9WuwzIVkOAlhrLH_f3W/s620/kader.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb599iiZx8JjQWZ7wggZdV0_FHqQnR3_dbQwa00E8BqwE8DcvaURt-LLIEVE19cVmRc9HGiqZ579n2jWxATYpc7sMtyCU6plKo0_A8BDwgI9EYPbONtkbpiaSzTVoO9DLpI9a8HJbL2yay/s1600/kader2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb599iiZx8JjQWZ7wggZdV0_FHqQnR3_dbQwa00E8BqwE8DcvaURt-LLIEVE19cVmRc9HGiqZ579n2jWxATYpc7sMtyCU6plKo0_A8BDwgI9EYPbONtkbpiaSzTVoO9DLpI9a8HJbL2yay/s620/kader2.jpg" /></a></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Marike Knaapenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05111133659819168357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1840768475758242640.post-52247946465746169982014-09-22T09:54:00.003+02:002014-09-22T09:54:54.016+02:00Todays Nrc.Next<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Marike Knaapenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05111133659819168357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1840768475758242640.post-16977981267041105452014-08-25T11:09:00.002+02:002014-08-25T11:11:24.864+02:00Siem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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For the courageous, kind, softspirited Lineke. She gave birth to a beautiful babyboy called Siem (also my sisters nickname). Lineke and her boyfriend Niels were the easiest going clients ever. So nice to work with them. Siem, with so much hair and two amazing parents. Love Marike.Marike Knaapenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05111133659819168357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1840768475758242640.post-52347529734404156372014-08-19T10:02:00.001+02:002014-08-20T09:08:50.703+02:00Ben<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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mom Sanne I've know for almost 25 years. She was a cheerful and
delightful teenager. Full of smiles and giggles. When she called me to
tell about her the birth of her son Ben she over the moon. it was
completely the same Sanna as I've ever know but intenstity of her laugh
was intense. Beautiful Ben. I wish you and your lovely family so much
love and laughter. And thanks for the lovely, modest job of making the
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It's such a lovely summer, nice weather, meeting my friends for summerdrinks, doing yoga, and picking berries. My life lingers away in a calm and kind way. And I'm working. On various cool jobs. Birth-announcements, work for new clients, work for old clients, I'm enjoying them all.<br />
I was going to spend 6 weeks in Cornwall but that fell through, and I was a quite gutted about it. So I stayed home, and I'm having a great summer in Amsterdam instead.<br />
The unexpected can be such a blessing in disguise. <br />
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<br />Woohooo! I've made it to a dutch womens-magazine. I always wanted to illustrate a romantic, corny story about love, relations falling apart, etc. Opposed to all the more hardcore journalism articles that I usually work on....<br />
<br />This is one of these days that I'm really proud of the work I do. (you have to, sometimes no, be proud at yourself and the work your do?) <br />
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This drawing is inspired by my (almost) daily swims in the park. And by a very cool documentary I saw two days ago.
First about the the swimming. I live in a lively neighborhood in Amsterdam, with restaurants, bars, a cinema. But also, a 3 minute bicycle ride away, an amazing park and a huge freshwater pond, connected to the large Ijselmeer. On warm days I try to go for swim every day and I imagine being old, my hair grey and living somewhere outside. In Germany, France or Sweden. Poland maybe? And doing daily swims to keep fit and healthy. Picking berries on my walks. Something like that. I don't why these thoughts come to me when I swim. It's the rhythm of my arms and legs. The water all around me. The cleaving through the water. And the waterbirds ignoring me. And the perspective on the world: very low. My eyes just peaking out of the water (imagine the perspective of a hippo). I guess I just love swimming in fresh water lakes.<br />
And this week I saw an lovely <a href="http://www.npo.nl/2doc/22-07-2014/VPWON_1229178http://">documentary about an older lady from Poland</a>. She still lived together with her husband but they barely spoke.<br />
<i>'He does not really know me'</i> she said.<br />
<i>'She said she suffered from depression. I don't what it was but it was not depression' </i>he said.
She packed up her backpack and started hitchhiking across the world. Meeting lovely people every where. Who share their food, drinks and smiles with her.
The movie starts with a swimming scene. Maybe the water is the only place where adults and children make the same movements. They are playful, relaxt and let things be. They swing their arms and splash water around. The joy of hot summer days and being in the water!<br />
I hope you have a lovely summer. Take a deep breath, dive under, come up and see how different the world is. Love Marike.
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Due to my german adventure I haven't been able to upload my weekly Pieter illustration. But this is the latest one.
Cause Im back in town, riding my bike, eating cherries, making phonecalls to friends and getting adjusted to city life once again. No hills, foxes and deers anymore in the brickstone, busy town of Amsterdam. But yesterday I got a big hug from one of the riders at the ridingschool ánd a high five, he was all excited about the summerholiday and I cycled home, grateful once again for my healthy body and clever mind. And thankful for the lovely friends I have. In this town, but also in the little town of Treis and in several other parts of the world. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlg6-FqrrIYla8M6upLNt8rO5fAsLjRNLVQmG52LiJhjONiS96gCLF_eBJ5aVBjQi-WYpfbFWqCT98MdCGJqqHeReSVMFh6BmM5sPoI1YNoRGDMraOUz_8fJUq2D1LzShkfUVmkI6KqOvt/s1600/kader.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlg6-FqrrIYla8M6upLNt8rO5fAsLjRNLVQmG52LiJhjONiS96gCLF_eBJ5aVBjQi-WYpfbFWqCT98MdCGJqqHeReSVMFh6BmM5sPoI1YNoRGDMraOUz_8fJUq2D1LzShkfUVmkI6KqOvt/s620/kader.jpg" /></a></div>
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With last weeks European Election, both the UK and France flared to the far right and Im a little sad about it. Since two weeks I'm living in a small town in Germany. First thing I've noticed was that were a fair amount of african people living here. And I noticed a beautiful old building in the centre of town. It is an old cigar factory, now turned into a shelter for Eritrean refugees.
Today the big bridge in town, that connects the left part of town with the right, was closed off for the annual 'Bruckefest'. The minister of the local church (dressed in a Ed Hardy shirt, with the looks of an artist and the hair of a popstar) held a beautiful speech in which he asked how many people are from Treis? (the town) (hands up, and cheer for them!) How many people are from Giessen (next city) (hands up, and cheer for them!) How many people are from more than 400 km away (hands up, and cheer for them!) How many are from more than 1000 km away? (hands up and cheer for them!)
The whole ceremony evolved on building bridges and connect to each other. Today I was one of those strangers from far away. But they cheered for me. And for all the other foreigners.
But the refugees were also involved in the party: There was a food stand with Eritrean food and coffee and some were asked to join the Bruckefest Choir.
And opposed from what you might expect: they sold out all their food within an hour and half. The only thing left to eat: local trout and burgers.
And opposed to what I expected (a shitty german cover band) a cool senegal/ german band played that evening. They taught me a new expression: <i>Die europeans haben das Uhr, but wir (the africans) haben die Zeit</i>.
In this town Im the stranger who struggles with the language, doesn't know any one. But I look the same as the germans, the weather is the same as in my country and the trees look the same. I walk around and see the Eritreans and often wonder, they must miss their country terrible. And hope they felt the same warmth today as I felt. I'm proud of this little town that proves Europe wrong.
The band packed up and left, and unfortunately there was a shitty german cover band after all. Feedback and all!
It's all good. It was a lovely lovely day.
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My blog, I'm neglecting the blog. Sorry my dear friends. Im currently in Treis, a little village in Germany an hours drive from Frankfurt. Im staying with a family, in the oldest house of the village. The family consisting out of mum, dad, and two teenagers, live in one part. The grandmother lives in a different part and the great-grandmother (93) also lives here. And 22 horses. 2 cats and a beautiful, large wolf like dog named Tessa.
And here I'm; a city girl from Amsterdam. So used to taking care of myself, living with this family. It's funny, the mum and dad have a great sense of humor and are both able to laugh about the teenage grumpiness and their never ending occupation with their telephone. I have my own room, with my computer, a view on the meadow with the two stallions and I just let life be life for a bit.
I get up early, eat breakfast and go outside around 8. Feed the stallions, take care of the stables, feed the dog and the geese (oh yeah there are also two geese). Sweep the floor.<br />
It may sound boring but there are so many interesting things: we drove to an certified organic horse/ cow stable. It blew my mind: loads of solar panels on all the roofs, and addition to that: waterpower from their own mill. They produced enough energy to supply 40 houses.
So inspiring. To live in this beautiful, amazing, green surrounding and to see how people fully appreciate their surrounding and try to keep it as healthy, clean as can be. But still run their farm and are able to sustain themselves. I have traveled to so many amazing countries. And here Im, 4 hours drive away from my house: but so beautiful and clean. I have loved all the countries I was in, but truly, Europe also is pretty amazing.
So what more have I done: I've been riding through the fields on kindest horses I've ever met: Welshcobs. Had a riding lesson. I had to inject medicine to a horse. Worked with the baby of the family: a year old horse called Faye. Helped cut down (old, fallen) trees. I just get to see what it takes to run such a farm and I love everything about it: sitting in the old knackered Toyota 4 wheel drive, or take the kind strong, healthy 20 year old guilding back to the stable, riding him, the was so sun strong. No helmet, wearing a tanktop and loving loving loving life.<br />
As boring as it sounds to all of you. I love it.
Life is calm and I have next to nothing here: my computer with 40 songs (thought I could use Spotify but I can't) some books and a nice red chair, a little table and a comfy bed. And the family loves food as much as I do, and cook great food. (current favorites in the family: white asparagus and strawberry desert…..) So life is good, but I alread mentioned that did't I? Love from Treis and drawings soon, I promise. (ps and more amazing: I still get to work on my own work. I love making illustrations...so still work on that for different clients)
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Marike Knaapenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05111133659819168357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1840768475758242640.post-34521060910821472612014-05-05T10:13:00.002+02:002014-05-05T10:13:29.501+02:00Lost & Found<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUQoYMDYS2Z8yhMrU4WeVq9P2wvCz1-AF79PRw7GP0iCq-TtQibMjDjZImTLPTKPpicwa0klZRMqiTdRrFDblop_ahJTl5yyU-lgcHD6852pplrqpzWNmJYW7umhdH0XKAWm2hpyx0a7O/s1600/Kadergoed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUQoYMDYS2Z8yhMrU4WeVq9P2wvCz1-AF79PRw7GP0iCq-TtQibMjDjZImTLPTKPpicwa0klZRMqiTdRrFDblop_ahJTl5yyU-lgcHD6852pplrqpzWNmJYW7umhdH0XKAWm2hpyx0a7O/s520/Kadergoed.jpg" /></a></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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