Chefs Who Run
Created this illustration for @chefswhorun. A global community for people in hospitality who want to create balance by spending time outside. Hikes, trail runs, foraging, cooking in the open. A community beyond running, all about slowing down and reconnecting the environment.
Book illustrations for ‘Heb jij HET al gedaan?’
I was commissioned to create all the illustrations for this sex-positive book by publisher Snor. I chuckled with the publisher about the many penises and clitorises I drew, and sweated over the sketch for a super-sensitive subject like sexual assault.
In the book you will find testimonials from different people about their first time having sex. Written by Susan ter Horst and Maja Wannet.
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Book illustrations for ‘Heb jij HET al gedaan?’
I was commissioned to create all the illustrations for this sex-positive book by publisher Snor. I chuckled with the publisher about the many penises and clitorises I drew, and sweated over the sketch for a super-sensitive subject like sexual assault.
In the book you will find testimonials from different people about their first time having sex. Written by Susan ter Horst and Maja Wannet.
Tiptoe
When Tiptoe asked me to design an illustration for them
I decided to sketch out my future workspace. My illustration stars the Tiptoe PLI shelves, which are perfect for displaying the objects I hold dear: a small wooden robot, my plants, a glass watering can. Surrounded by my nephew’s drawing, an artwork by Kumi Sugaï and my watercolor butterfly print.
The cat is a future wish—by actively drawing her, I’m manifesting her into my life.
I Amsterdam Magazine
Do I know my little city? In my 12 years in Amsterdam I’ve moved 9 times and lived in the east, south, and west. At home in almost every direction. For I Amsterdam magazine I got to illustrate my favorite part of Amsterdam. I drew the Javastraat, because that’s where my heart lies. 💜
Kisses YDNEW
Personal work
What a good day. I was 11, and P. and I were officially dating. Years earlier, I had sent him an anonymous letter telling him I was in love with him, signing off with ‘Greetings, YDNEW’. The giggling that erupted from the school desks later that week told me I was no longer anonymous. P. knew I was in love with him, and so did the entire class. The news that we were officially “a thing” reached me via his friend R., who had cycled by my house especially to tell me.
My sister and I were drawing at the kitchen table. Our tongues clenched between our teeth, the markers moved vigorously across A4 sheets of paper from the fax machine. I sang a Spice Girls hit, softly at first, then belting it out. I had a boyfriend and was in an excellent mood.
“Could you please stop that?” my sister snapped at me. I looked up from my drawing and tilted my head slightly back. “Why?” I asked. “Because you’re singing off-key.” I had never heard my own voice before; back then, it was still rare to have video recordings of yourself. Until that moment, I had believed I was blessed with a golden voice. The drawing session came to an end. Upstairs, I lay on my bed and thought about my boyfriend, whom I hadn’t seen in four weeks because it was summer vacatio
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