A life of constant moving and changing

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My story:

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I  was born 1960 in Argentina, this Gaucho country of wide open landscapes. At night , one could hear in the streets the music of Tango. In 1967 my Dutch family

goes by boat back to Europe. There we settle near the mountains.

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Years of building new roots and eating chocolate followed. Family peace was rocked. Some members took off.  What a shock. I decided to leave the family nest confident that I could do it alone. A rainbow of friends for life appear on the horizon.

The gift of making art was born. A felt pen finds its home in my bag as did some blank pages to fill with forms and lines.

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My parents died. My mother, nearly blind and very sick, left this world in a second. My father passed away brave, alone, the curtains in his room softly dancing. He could finally sail home.

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During those years, ever curious and sensitiv, I kept exploring different fields of work. Challenges that I would not have wanted to miss presented themselves. After 20 years living near the forest, I moved close to a green blue lake. It took time to adjust. In my free time, family boxes were opened. Stories haunted my sleep.

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2022 Ten days of Covid forced me to stay in quarantine, inviting to produce more art. This challenging time taught me that we all have a right to be human, to feel,  That we need each other. We don’t have to do it alone.

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Today, my Fine Art is my mate and I love to give out of Grace.

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