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My fifteen favourite books 

Alice in Wonderland (Lewis Carroll), because it is the most fascinating.

The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot), because the words are so simple, but so beautiful.

De Roos en het Zwijn (Anne Provoost), because it is the children's book that i still love the most.

Romancero Gitano (Federico Garcia Lorca), because i like to stroke the pages.

Alle Verhalen (‘Collected Stories’) (Roald Dahl), because every child should be raised with the books of Roald Dahl.

Stad der Blinden (‘Ensaio sobre a cegueira’) (José Saramago), because it haunted my dreams and i could not stop reading.

De Weg (‘The Road’) (Cormac McCarthey), because of the irksome atmosphere and dialogues.

Hygiëne van de moordenaar (‘Hygiène de l’assassin’) (Amélie Nothomb), because it was the first adult-book i’ve read, and because i loved it.

Naïef. Super (‘Naïv. Super.’) (Erlend Loe), because of the way Erlend Loe can make complicated things look so easy.

Kafka op het Strand (Haruki Murakami), because he can create worlds like no one else.

Waar Gebeurd (a collection of old newspaper articles about murder, attacks and suicides), because my grandfather read those to me, and he loved me for loving it.

Ongelikt (Bart Moeyaert), because it is a great rewrite of Shakespeare’s King Lear.

Anna Karenina (Lev Tolstoj), because Tolstoj gives me the feeling i know every character in the book, and because i will miss them when the book is finished.

La maladie de la mort (Marguerite Duras), because of the way she can write about the most simple things.

Souvenir d’une journée parfaite (Dominique Goblet), because of the story, the story behind the story and the drawings that i love more than anything else.   

(took this from her)

april is the cruelest month

some new drawings by T. S. Eliot's 'The Waste Land'

pollock's dolls

wonderfull dolls and toys from pollocks toy museum and the museum for childhood in london. 

and my favourite, the snow white doll

sainte cecile

i found some nice books and papers on the flea market friday

then, i sat all day long in the sun and drank a lot of coffee

moleskine (deel 2)

a collection of my old sketchbooks and a page from the current one.

uptown top ranking

when the sun is shining, i always like to listen to althea & donna's 'uptown top ranking'. 

you should listen to a cover of this song by the lovely scout niblett (she is so pretty)

moleskine (deel 1)

three pages, taken from my sketchbooks.

the frumious bandersnatch

two photographs and a poem from the wonderful Lewis Carroll

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

 And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

(Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll)

broken blossoms

last night i saw a little fragment of this movie on television. seems like this movie was made for me. so beautiful.

sur le mur

drawing on walls 

and its consequences

ingmar bergman's women make me cry

lampen en planten

last night i had a little exhibition in a nice place in brussels. there was so much light, and glass and plants. wonderful place.

(and i want those lamps!)

mariee sioux

yesterday, we saw the wonderful mariee sioux in a livingroom in ghent. she played her songs acoustic, and it sounded so much better! it was like listening to your best friend, playing her guitar for nobody else but you.

here is a video i made:

haar/cheveux

en hoe ikzelf steeds meer deel begin uit te maken van mijn haarobsessie

(and how i become more and more a part of my hair obsession)

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milk & honey

bob dylan - blind willie mctell

joanna newsom - ca' the yowes

jackson c frank - milk & honey

mijn boek, deel vijf

(fragmenten uit 'Huis Clos', een boek met tekeningen en tekst uit mijn nachtmerries)

bootjes en postkaarten

op een dag dat jan en ik in een bootje (bateau) zaten en ik hieraan moest denken

horens en haar

drie (trois) zeefdrukken over mensen die op dieren lijken

en hoe mijn haar mijn hoofd (ma tête) soms verstopt