Once upon a time a stork carrying a baby was heading towards the south of France. Due to a raging storm, the stork was blown off course all the way to the Netherlands. The baby was getting bigger and bigger and the stork couldn’t carry her any longer. It dropped the baby, in Amsterdam.
The baby grew up, always thinking she belonged somewhere in the south of France. So now she goes to the south as often as she can: absorbing the atmosphere, enjoying the culture, wondering, wandering and… telling stories.
As you probably have guessed by now: that baby was me. I tell stories from a Dutch angle, in words and pictures. Here on this site you’ll find a few examples of my work.
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