In september I’ll be taking part in a Dutch exhibition about the artist/printmaker H.N. Werkman 1882-1945. This exhibition will be a tribute to his life and work and will take place at gallery Werfkade in Hoogezand, the province of Groningen where he spent his whole life. I’m very happy to take part because I’m a huge fan of his work! (like many Dutch printmakers) he was far ahead of his time and he didn’t choose the easiest path in life.

Every artist who is participating in the show, focusses on a different aspect of Werkman’s life and work.
My work tells about Werkman’s desire for moving to a big city and his dreams about a simple life on Tahiti like Gauguin.
But instead of pursuing his dreams he stayed his whole life in Groningen.
I wonder, is it a bad thing that he never went after his dreams and desires? Or is dreaming about another world already enough for an artist in order to make his work? Isn’t dreaming like an engine in an artist’s mind that keeps the work going?

Title: Eventually I made it to the jungle, paper litho, 30 x 40 cm