tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316236952024-03-19T04:27:03.272+01:00KameeriThe adventures of a chaotic perfectionistKameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-7917067045993737132019-01-31T18:39:00.000+01:002019-01-31T18:45:56.735+01:00Sorry, can't make it (living with migraines)When you have the flu, you are likely to spend most of the day under a blanket on the couch. You can do some things, but get exhausted quickly, and your head feels unable to think straight.<br />
You walk around the house like a zombie, eat and drink a little, and spend some time online, scrolling a bit through some posts. Just to have a feeling you don't miss out on everything, and to avoid boredom.<br />
Sometimes you complain on social media about being ill and people start sending get well wishes and offer to bring you some groceries. They tell you to take enough rest and take your time to get well. You feel loved and realise you are blessed with friends that care about you and if you really needed help, they would be there for you.<br />
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<i>When you have a migraine... you are likely to spend most of the day under a blanket on the couch. You can do some things, but get exhausted quickly, and your head feels unable to think straight. </i><br />
<i>You walk around the house like a zombie, eat and drink a little, and spend some time online, scrolling a bit through some posts. Just to have a feeling you don't miss out on everything, and to avoid boredom.</i><br />
<i>Sometimes you complain </i><i>on social media </i><i>about having a migraine and people start sending messages about wonder remedies that would prevent migraines. (it worked for their neighbours mother's friend!). They suggest over the counter painkillers or whatever massage or drink to get instant relief. Unwillingly implying you probably did not do enough to get yourself going again. </i><br />
<i>You feel that people around you don't understand what it means and increasingly often decide against telling anyone you have a migraine.</i><br />
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I'm sure they all mean it in the best possible way. But why are the reactions so different from any other disease?<br />
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The problem is that most people don't realise what having migraines does to your life.<br />
Most people know that the pain can be very bad. And some also know there are other symptoms.<br />
But the majority of people don't realise that migraineurs have these attacks EVERY MONTH, EVERY WEEK, or sadly for some people, even EVERY DAY! But we never know when it will come.<br />
Imagine what that does to your life...<br />
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And, not all attacks are a wall banging, vomiting, dark room drama. Often with the help of prescribed medicines, we can reduce them to something i'd like to compare to a flu. Not the symptoms, but in terms of functioning and impact.<br />
So let's get back to that comparison.<br />
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Can you remember your last flu? And how you felt about that?<br />
It probably came at an inconvenient time. You wanted to do things, had things planned! You fight it for some time and try to keep going. Maybe you can drug yourself enough to go to that very important meeting or your best friends wedding. But you probably have to give in at some point. You're grounded for a day or two. All the home remedies and over the counter meds can only soften the rough edges a bit. You know you'll survive, but you have to sit it out. When you start feeling better, you still need one or two days to recover. Still a bit beaten up, you get out again and start catching up of all things dropped.<br />
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The difference is that your flu will probably only pop up once or twice a year.<br />
But with migraines... the next attack can very well start just one day after recovering from the previous one.<br />
For me, i'll have 5, or if i'm lucky, 10 'normal' days before a new attack shows it's first signs.<br />
Imagine heaving a flu every other week...<br />
Flu, recover, have a nice week, flu again, recover, great week, flu, recover, good week, flu... etc.<br />
And this, your WHOLE life.<br />
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Really try to imagine that.<br />
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So please people. Before you start about home-remedies, or think someone is faking a migraine...<br />
You don't know whats inside someones head.<br />
They might be in pain. They might be on a high dose of some medicine, coping, just to be there with you. To do their job. Even if they say they are ok. Even if they look ok.<br />
Migraine will not kill us, but it disables us in every aspect of our lives. We are always aware of the monster lurking around the corner. We adjust our habits, take it into account, keep going.<br />
We tried it all. The preventive meds, the wonder cures, the diets... if any of those really worked... would all those migraineurs be lying on the couch in pain if they could be out there having a party?<br />
If we cancel an appointment, know that hours of conflict about whether to cancel or not, hoping the attack will go away in time, or deciding if we can take another dose of the medicines to feel well enough to go, went ahead of that call.<br />
We want to live our lives, just as you do. But until a REAL cure is found, sometimes we just can't.<br />
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If i complain about it on social media, it's not about getting attention on my person. It's about getting some understanding for a brain disease that is very disabling, but is still very misunderstood in society as well as in science.<br />
We need more understanding, and more knowledge.<br />
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If you want to help:<br />
<b>-try reading a bit about it online </b>(but search for real scientific articles, not the wonder-cure guru's)<br />
<b>-ask a migraineur what you can do to help </b><br />
Ask if they are ok.<br />
Family members:<br />
Close the curtains, turn off the tv/stereo or at least turn down the sound.<br />
Ask if you can get them anything...<br />
Bring them home. Or bring them a blanket.<br />
Most important: Be there for them. Often just being there, acknowledging, is enough. We must face the pain alone, but it's good to have someone to mentally (or sometimes also physically) hold your hand until it's over.<br />
If you are not a family member:<br />
Maybe babysit their kids during an attack? Walk their dog?<br />
Bring some groceries so they can hide in their home for a few days till they feel better?<br />
Offer to take over a task at work or at home after an attack, because catching up after having to drop everything at an inconvenient time can be overwhelming... )<br />
<b>-donate to brain research </b><br />
-above all: <b>don't judge. </b><br />
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Thank you.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(images are by Kameeri, which is me! You can follow me on instagram <a href="https://www.instagram.com/kameeri_art/" target="_blank">@Kameeri_art </a>for more migraine comics, or enjoy all the other work i made on 'good days' ;) )</span>Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-1654092295975811582012-11-01T17:21:00.001+01:002012-11-12T20:04:36.369+01:00Wat de gek ervoor geeft.Ik maak kunst. Of Kunst. Dat maakt mij niet uit. Ik heb in ieder geval genoeg werkervaring op het creatieve vlak en om te durven zeggen dat het inmiddels geen amateurkunst meer is. Het is misschien te kleurrijk, of te vrolijk voor je smaak. Je hoeft er niet van te houden. Maar het is wel echt. Echte verf op een echt doek. Met echte uren werk erin. Soms knarsetandend. Puzzelend op de compositie. Soms druk kwastend om het beeld in mijn hoofd op het doek te 'vangen' voordat het zijn energie verliest. Zoekend naar precies de kleuren die ik bedoel. Worstelend met de verf en het penseel om iets tastbaars te maken dat iemand dan weer boven zijn bank kan hangen omdat de kleur zo goed past. Of omdat het vogeltje zo leuk kijkt. Of omdat het haar doet denken aan rode kersjes op een zomerse middag.<br />
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Veel mensen reageren enthousiast op mijn schilderijen en regelmatig word ik benaderd door mensen die een werk willen kopen. Soms zelfs met omschrijving aan wie ze het willen geven of waarom ze het zo graag in hun woonkamer willen ophangen. Een persoonlijk verhaal van totaal onbekenden.<br />
Geweldig vind ik dat!<br />
Dat ze er blij van worden, of dat ze iemand anders er blij mee willen maken. Daar word ik dan weer blij van. En daarom verkoop ik mijn originelen graag aan díe enthousiaste mensen.<br />
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En vergeleken met prijzen die ik soms in 'wachtkamer-expo's' tegenkom, is mijn werk echt niet duur. 75 euro, 175 euro, 300 misschien. Voor een origineel schilderij. Met liefde gemaakt voor degene die het ooit gaat ophangen.<br />
Maar helaas.<br />
Reacties genoeg maar het komt bijna nooit tot een koop.<br />
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Oké, het is natuurlijk geen bedrag dat je zomaar uitgeeft. Daar moet je wel even een nachtje over slapen. Een schilderij is tenslotte geen eerste levensbehoefte en voor wie het niet breed heeft is zo'n bedrag nuttiger te besteden. </div>
Dat begrijp ik best.<br />
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Maar wat ik NIET snap: Die verbaasde blik elke keer zodra mensen horen wat het kost. Een minuut geleden hoorde ik nog de mooiste verhalen over waar het zou komen te hangen, maar ineens probeert men het weg te lachen of van onderwerp te veranderen. Of ik hoor gewoon niets meer. Ineens is het schilderij helemaal niet zo "precies wat we zoeken" meer.<br />
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Maar wat zochten ze dan? Waarom loopt het initiële enthousiasme zo vaak uit op een teleurstelling voor zowel mijzelf als de potentiële koper? Daar ben ik zo langzamerhand écht benieuwd naar.<br />
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Is het probleem dat mijn werk te LEUK is? Is échte kunst depressief, somber, en onbegrijpelijk? Neem je abstracte, wat ongrijpbare schilderijen serieuzer en betaal je voor een kleurrijk schilderij liever niet meer dan een tientje? Twee tientjes?<br />
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Zou dat rendabel kunnen zijn?<br />
Stel ik wil 1500 euro verdienen per maand. Als mensen mij, o rib uit hun lijf, twee tientjes willen betalen voor een schilderij, levert mij dat, min de kosten van een doek (50x70 cm, katoen, €14,50) en verf, nauwelijks 5 euro op. (en da's dan de makkelijke bereking nog zonder kosten van ruimte om die dingen te maken, onverkocht werk etc) Dan moet ik 300 schilderijen per maand = 14 schilderijen per dag maken.<br />
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En hoe voelt dat dan? Als ik erbij zeg dat het me een half uurtje heeft gekost, er nog 149 ongeveer dezelfde klaar liggen, en ik er volgende maand weer 300 van maak, want tijd voor iets nieuws verzinnen heb ik met zo'n tempo natuurlijk niet. Laat staan dat er iets van inspiratie bij komt kijken.<br />
Nee... dan is die poster van dat beroemde schilderij waar die kunstenaar dagenlang aan heeft zitten penselen toch mooier! Dus dan ga je naar de Expo en koopt een door een machine aan de rol vermenigvuldigd meesterwerk met zo'n geprinte handtekening eronder en hangt dat boven je bank. In zo'n mooie aluminium lijst. Want je houdt zo van Kunst.<br />
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<br />Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-72245578621033289642011-07-19T00:50:00.000+02:002011-09-20T15:32:01.188+02:00Meeting a slug in my garden<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=nl&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fkameeri%2Falbumid%2F5630824538139706817%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCMShuLO4voS7DA%26hl%3Dnl" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-50901718244467685222011-06-18T17:00:00.004+02:002012-07-31T17:48:08.246+02:00Finish it!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7VjaA1ETBwvaakScmoFlfIz1bzmFHzFRWjsEAew-iHbcIq6dt6TDIWIA7e7SW5eQl2P8MtWiLpSTp6g-Ywe7Lams0l8yXRCz7cUFHKHpgaZZ5qZKMyOEofBW8tWKdFYKl_tJ/s1600/vogeltjes1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619575076282210338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7VjaA1ETBwvaakScmoFlfIz1bzmFHzFRWjsEAew-iHbcIq6dt6TDIWIA7e7SW5eQl2P8MtWiLpSTp6g-Ywe7Lams0l8yXRCz7cUFHKHpgaZZ5qZKMyOEofBW8tWKdFYKl_tJ/s400/vogeltjes1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 193px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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When your mind constantly explodes with new ideas, and you work on various projects at once... some beautiful 'starts' end up somewhere in a corner halfway finished.<br />
I found these three canvasses, background painted, birds on wires set up in sketchy paint... only needed some feathers and eyes but they had been in that corner for over a year in that state! So i picked them up and finished the three in less then an hour!<br />
(why didn't i do that a year ago?!?!)<br />
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Last month they were sold before I could hang them on the wall at the exposition I'm having right now at an artloving dentist in the neighbourhood.<br />
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Happy to have finished them, and happy they go to an enthousiastic home after the exposition!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwmw699ja7csaOfasiJu1FGnwpYg1ZrdtwltozqlQ6WVnBE0Df9YiHScsaCRNbpLt-y7h2pBXJO4ZtWskjI-i2mrbpeYgfCEBF3MdxgeqZhgcQQAYIv-tPNoEDmKfsSRgmoJs/s1600/vogeltjes2txt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619582608291389906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwmw699ja7csaOfasiJu1FGnwpYg1ZrdtwltozqlQ6WVnBE0Df9YiHScsaCRNbpLt-y7h2pBXJO4ZtWskjI-i2mrbpeYgfCEBF3MdxgeqZhgcQQAYIv-tPNoEDmKfsSRgmoJs/s400/vogeltjes2txt.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-62774630731791810532011-06-15T14:51:00.000+02:002011-06-18T16:57:18.378+02:00SlakkenHet lijkt wel of alle slakken uit de buurt het liefst in mijn tuin van 9m2 bivakkeren. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkV3IZ1IHApqQ7n0n_HJJZT0t2R7gYRODaFwL5-Ai6ioCaaew6Xt8134lTdhhJOnHshbW7gYjQhyphenhyphenAGESpYZAD71BPncJb0THepmvArxlc_QVCQSAHOqAlB7gcvCsrsQlrXUEH8/s1600/Afbeelding+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkV3IZ1IHApqQ7n0n_HJJZT0t2R7gYRODaFwL5-Ai6ioCaaew6Xt8134lTdhhJOnHshbW7gYjQhyphenhyphenAGESpYZAD71BPncJb0THepmvArxlc_QVCQSAHOqAlB7gcvCsrsQlrXUEH8/s400/Afbeelding+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619552000489763106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2XcdjCUhR5TAUByPPSQbBEvezkzUmn-TXFpzOwSYQ6GD3xkJ-Gne-An_E_nDPV3XlTZXXyUbWBqMZm9jnLHSbI1f2_ODGR9S0OtkL090RQDaAjNAMxjBWDg9qlHEAC8pMmWg/s1600/slakcourgette.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2XcdjCUhR5TAUByPPSQbBEvezkzUmn-TXFpzOwSYQ6GD3xkJ-Gne-An_E_nDPV3XlTZXXyUbWBqMZm9jnLHSbI1f2_ODGR9S0OtkL090RQDaAjNAMxjBWDg9qlHEAC8pMmWg/s200/slakcourgette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619547722319889666" /></a> Nu vind ik slakken echt best geinige wezens, met die oogjes op stokjes, mooie huisjes en alles zo rustig aan...<br />Helaas geldt dat 'rustig aan' weer niet voor het tempo waarin ze mijn plantjes omzetten tot slakkenpoep. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTNO-Vfkgi3IpGO46MrsC61Zu4kzssoVzAnwWdYlpkX3mw7kAJOI3mGkbGcTAbSrJOAbtUgi5bxigBqnJTH-a7Vi3IKB4A3s9nMHoWewPQh9m1Le2K2W4YaYg2knpZ1QX9lrn6/s1600/slakzand.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:10px 10px 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTNO-Vfkgi3IpGO46MrsC61Zu4kzssoVzAnwWdYlpkX3mw7kAJOI3mGkbGcTAbSrJOAbtUgi5bxigBqnJTH-a7Vi3IKB4A3s9nMHoWewPQh9m1Le2K2W4YaYg2knpZ1QX9lrn6/s200/slakzand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619549572966910290" /></a><br />Binnen een nacht vreten ze een pot afrikaantjes leeg. De volgende nacht is mijn andijvie aan de beurt, en bloemetjes (elke soort) zijn veel lekkerder dan welk groen dan ook, dus ik heb vooral erg veel groen met afgeknaagde steeltjes in de tuin.<br />Doodmaken doe ik niet aan, dus ben ik in de weer met overkappingen, zand (helpt niet) en zo nu en dan een volksverhuizing. <br /><br />Onderweg... 'huh, waar zijn we?!'<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4olgUGJmHFGD16xgvO2j6xQDe1MLK1p5ZYle9HJgbfIJmTB42l_npLj4XnSAFHyTWWjDH5fVMvzXnqzz8R5snB8Am1LVEaESye3eQofR92pnAdzpFsCs3vrDabsDIrdIckys6/s1600/onderweg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4olgUGJmHFGD16xgvO2j6xQDe1MLK1p5ZYle9HJgbfIJmTB42l_npLj4XnSAFHyTWWjDH5fVMvzXnqzz8R5snB8Am1LVEaESye3eQofR92pnAdzpFsCs3vrDabsDIrdIckys6/s400/onderweg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619551229054349426" /></a><br />'Wij gaan weer mee terug hoor!'<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1cz9n6qFk1FJ7g6qAHg_MtrySNRefbAQ7ScxGqOa1BV_fFmnOaYOC5N07Z7YvEsyA2KJSZr_UI3AlyLKlr90_qOs3JkmYjxfdGlSsgJZ-Nen93bhlgS8kMfLx0N92Lwcerbq0/s1600/wijwillenterug.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1cz9n6qFk1FJ7g6qAHg_MtrySNRefbAQ7ScxGqOa1BV_fFmnOaYOC5N07Z7YvEsyA2KJSZr_UI3AlyLKlr90_qOs3JkmYjxfdGlSsgJZ-Nen93bhlgS8kMfLx0N92Lwcerbq0/s400/wijwillenterug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619552918975199794" /></a><br />Zo, eet smakelijk!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLoOSOYyp7iYJmXjwL0MZNafVOoVB52eKW-8eyDtRyokXejn-WLepqMLdI9Sk-Wod91A_vzlyIrrbnPAIltlw4QBLlKHmLhHiFdgJOBr7EW1aPIjlSD5BbRhXcHBUQyP8B4OXx/s1600/park.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLoOSOYyp7iYJmXjwL0MZNafVOoVB52eKW-8eyDtRyokXejn-WLepqMLdI9Sk-Wod91A_vzlyIrrbnPAIltlw4QBLlKHmLhHiFdgJOBr7EW1aPIjlSD5BbRhXcHBUQyP8B4OXx/s400/park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619549220094115298" /></a>Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-41080305909715200512011-02-07T22:58:00.000+01:002012-07-31T17:52:41.966+02:00Abstract Nature<object height="300" width="400"> <param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F13841736%40N00%2Fsets%2F72157624512553789%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F13841736%40N00%2Fsets%2F72157624512553789%2F&set_id=72157624512553789&jump_to="></param>
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I love sketchbooks, and always seem to have too many of them. Half filled with doodles and thoughts and plans for paintings. <br />
Can one have too many sketchbooks? Well, I think not. But to actually fill one with all kinds of drawings till the last page is like a journey that's come to an end. While filling it up I flip through the previous pages often. But when a book is full, it's finished and ends up on a shelf to stay there, mostly untouched. That part of life is closed. It becomes a memory. <br />
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How special to discover <a href="https://www.sketchbookproject.com/" target="_blank">'The Sketchbook Project',</a> where people from all over the world are asked to fill a sketchbook and return it, which will then be displayed in an art library where people can 'read' the sketchbooks! This way the pages will be viewed by all kinds of people in various places. What a chance to 'speak' to people on the other side of the world via drawings and doodles!<br />
Somehow strange, because specially these sketchbooks are often so personal, but i guess that's the beauty of reading them.<br />
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I immediately ordered one of those sketchbooks and can't wait till it arrives.<br />
Hope i can fill this one up without hesitation or fear because of perfectionism...Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-41864136492852963992010-01-05T11:38:00.005+01:002019-01-31T18:51:25.157+01:00Een nieuw jaarHet nieuwe jaar is begonnen. <br />
Vol goede moed begint iedereen weer aan een nieuwe start. <br />
Maar waarom? Na veel verschillende kalenders en jaartellingen hebben hoge heren lang geleden bedacht dat <a href="http://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nieuwjaarsdag">1 januari</a> de eerste dag van het jaar is. Een reden om goede voornemens te hebben. Het beter te doen dan vorig jaar. Elkaar welgemeend het beste te wensen. Maar binnen de kortste keren zit je weer in je dagelijkse routine en ben je niet meer zo bezig met al die goede plannen. Waarom zou je ook? Alles voelt toch nog precies hetzelfde als vorige week? Sneeuw waar we allemaal zo naar verlangen met Kerst, maar er vervolgens alleen maar over zitten te klagen. De kou die door je handschoenen snijdt. De verdorde plantjes in je tuin... Waar is dat nieuwe jaar dan? Ik voel het niet! Ik zie het niet! Nergens behalve in mijn nieuwe agenda. Omdat het nou eenmaal zo bedacht is.<br />
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Tot 44 v Christus begon het nieuwe jaar op 1 maart. Voor mijn gevoel is dat een betere datum. Nog wel koud, maar je voelt dat het leven weer aandringt. Het wil weer. De lente komt eraan! <br />
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Mijn enige voornemen voor dit kalendermatige nieuwjaar, is dat ik in de lente om me heen kijk. Tussen alle agenda's door genieten van het nieuwe begin in de natuur. De belofte van krokusjes, lammetjes, groene twijgen en steeds meer vogelgekwetter. En daaruit de energie halen voor nieuwe plannen en goede voornemens. Voor mij begint het jaar op 1 maart.Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-22885420013383034572009-11-09T12:22:00.000+01:002012-07-31T17:54:18.115+02:00The flower<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lFKC9hpQBPaSKyEIikjin-mPrDpWNS8n78OJ-WmnL4y2hDIZm7LSMMyUi4k2WJRalBG-sfsMDZXWirQ9cd6R2kMZN4RnVHOEUG2oW3Zt0-Z3qGtvyMZlQXxZ7SsqYll-jsUi/s1600-h/lientjebloem.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402062954126864770" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lFKC9hpQBPaSKyEIikjin-mPrDpWNS8n78OJ-WmnL4y2hDIZm7LSMMyUi4k2WJRalBG-sfsMDZXWirQ9cd6R2kMZN4RnVHOEUG2oW3Zt0-Z3qGtvyMZlQXxZ7SsqYll-jsUi/s400/lientjebloem.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 283px;" /></a>Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-18649515039601412572009-11-09T11:35:00.001+01:002009-11-09T11:41:25.899+01:00IF: Blur<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi95qBRmlqMufZcBQ_3opR-THDlYrQ6SUUx3UKcwC4CC486j7L_Z5oka3oF522N-i-IbLLCHaAb_ngFmh8EcK1fPqkBVyCcom14GKyFMOdFNzTkVCGOTb17R8NeNf1XEkX0LDF3/s1600-h/blur_webdarker.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi95qBRmlqMufZcBQ_3opR-THDlYrQ6SUUx3UKcwC4CC486j7L_Z5oka3oF522N-i-IbLLCHaAb_ngFmh8EcK1fPqkBVyCcom14GKyFMOdFNzTkVCGOTb17R8NeNf1XEkX0LDF3/s400/blur_webdarker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402052154241751538" /></a><br /><br /><br />Illustration Friday Topic 'BLUR'.Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-16596626913322996032009-08-04T13:18:00.005+02:002009-08-04T19:35:18.347+02:00IF: Modify<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXGnS2WDFioZI5QNmLDuwXv_nAn_CUwrQ8DWpGYLTKqSEhLjIgcF-9DCGACKfidV6ULHuwSfIMEDaiCRjdlexhKyRlQujR9NLiB2is6PPIsoVSobeKeuB-YWYffMlqUaZY21LZ/s1600-h/modifyweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXGnS2WDFioZI5QNmLDuwXv_nAn_CUwrQ8DWpGYLTKqSEhLjIgcF-9DCGACKfidV6ULHuwSfIMEDaiCRjdlexhKyRlQujR9NLiB2is6PPIsoVSobeKeuB-YWYffMlqUaZY21LZ/s400/modifyweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366163547097441234" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"I guess that's me... "<br /><br />Illustration based on this week's Illustration Friday Theme "Modify"Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-66239433293413245322009-07-01T13:07:00.008+02:002011-12-08T13:55:14.636+01:00Pipuri<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjZMvTn1Zr6vIL8PIUtN0B0yIzfvFucEyAMVxR4Sv-HpsQJbR3Hnl8ypeh_VUwSG3gxlVczIhtovnVdeBO76Ul8FkfTFlTAgDm48bzJgq0pymslp7DUr5ocUp5QkWOAQ_Y8EW/s1600-h/pipuri3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353449126855156706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjZMvTn1Zr6vIL8PIUtN0B0yIzfvFucEyAMVxR4Sv-HpsQJbR3Hnl8ypeh_VUwSG3gxlVczIhtovnVdeBO76Ul8FkfTFlTAgDm48bzJgq0pymslp7DUr5ocUp5QkWOAQ_Y8EW/s400/pipuri3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: center; height: 228px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
L.t.r: Pia, Pierre, Puck, Philippe, Patric, Pinti, Pippy, Pico and Pilou<br />
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Curious Creatures called 'Pipuriï' are flocking my room at the moment. <br />
I made them from paper maché and painted them with acrylics. I love to place them together or in different combinations or places. Every time someting else happens, a new interaction or new emotion. <br />
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Watching television: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6I_Z2XjS_4gCjT6B2Bls3OnK0M7WWK2IgcCJ6WVAM84t23fkWiU4SnH1MsXAQ6XLOLzHcUXmRpboRPkczg5eZBynSZ2bgfdUc7B0TtM4gxL2GXvFuvHk8OWzCqZ2v94TX-3B/s1600-h/pipuri_tv1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353450651981694498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6I_Z2XjS_4gCjT6B2Bls3OnK0M7WWK2IgcCJ6WVAM84t23fkWiU4SnH1MsXAQ6XLOLzHcUXmRpboRPkczg5eZBynSZ2bgfdUc7B0TtM4gxL2GXvFuvHk8OWzCqZ2v94TX-3B/s320/pipuri_tv1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /></a><br />
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Pilou is a little shy: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2pmX6Vx_lrcqdv-xbm_WwDSVtRg8H3dAlme4MSeLWtb6Kcxcwz1zHYtWJ4CXjZHzpQOKIwCNc6eG_9mtvz80gouv9vl-Ke-BqWVqGxlNJAirMEH0fcBx_f1lPZveTkVNf-y06/s1600-h/piloushy.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353449353109946754" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2pmX6Vx_lrcqdv-xbm_WwDSVtRg8H3dAlme4MSeLWtb6Kcxcwz1zHYtWJ4CXjZHzpQOKIwCNc6eG_9mtvz80gouv9vl-Ke-BqWVqGxlNJAirMEH0fcBx_f1lPZveTkVNf-y06/s400/piloushy.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 267px;" /></a><br />
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Pia & Pierre: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHK8QvodW_lIuYQx7pyYn1WZeoVVAURvSj1vSD3xmkmCJaFeW242YinPZD3aQ8L7-nqwE7Y3x6Oo8jUDwyyEfPgfXO_HK64KnH-pYOCeI9iSfr2wUdRTfV73Lp3wxNBiRQNJKa/s1600-h/pia_pierre.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353449701382658962" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHK8QvodW_lIuYQx7pyYn1WZeoVVAURvSj1vSD3xmkmCJaFeW242YinPZD3aQ8L7-nqwE7Y3x6Oo8jUDwyyEfPgfXO_HK64KnH-pYOCeI9iSfr2wUdRTfV73Lp3wxNBiRQNJKa/s320/pia_pierre.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
Pia was sold to a lady a few days ago. I hesitated to let Pia go alone (because the idea of the project was about interaction, the pipuri-group thing), but the lady was so nice to her and thats interaction too! (she actually kissed her nose and stroked her, really!) that I was happy to let her go with this lovely lady. Strange how paper things become creatures of affection, but that was exactly the thing i had in mind while making them ;-)Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-8263093030898051602009-04-07T10:04:00.004+02:002009-04-07T10:12:51.872+02:00IF: Talisman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh91u-4qzHG4PVZqr0oEAzdI6A8hST30dCNEFpvLBTjkJQ8QX_t2yimseYmmHA_68NhuD8eJCDT3L4a6NdTLOPBt71YCh6PHMez9uqpVt4aOmHM2F_FC7MOtXDL8nw-bsmSbkyL/s1600-h/meisjebeerklein.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh91u-4qzHG4PVZqr0oEAzdI6A8hST30dCNEFpvLBTjkJQ8QX_t2yimseYmmHA_68NhuD8eJCDT3L4a6NdTLOPBt71YCh6PHMez9uqpVt4aOmHM2F_FC7MOtXDL8nw-bsmSbkyL/s400/meisjebeerklein.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321857915621401266" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Talisman<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">An object believed to bring good luck or to keep its owner safe from harm</span></span><br /><br />As a child, I never went anywhere without my teddy 'Beer'. <br />Drawing from a few years ago, but suited the subject :)Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-41101833114179303682009-03-30T17:46:00.003+02:002009-03-30T17:53:55.199+02:00IF: Poise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV__KjdLjbfnR7EHIbp_40_1V3zP75cN-GtwppMTCQo316nD5Z_KqAinHiipNeJPHd803wPnqWYaGMhZ1WtqReG-SzbtoVkFBWgAnikxOex331eOADDRtUEoO4qpLbK6n85Rd6/s1600-h/poiseweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV__KjdLjbfnR7EHIbp_40_1V3zP75cN-GtwppMTCQo316nD5Z_KqAinHiipNeJPHd803wPnqWYaGMhZ1WtqReG-SzbtoVkFBWgAnikxOex331eOADDRtUEoO4qpLbK6n85Rd6/s400/poiseweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319007906569357106" /></a><br /><br />This week's topic on Illustration Friday is 'POISE'. <br />After searching for the meaning of the word (yay, i'm learning english as well here... haha) I instantly thought of cats. <br />I love cats, I have two of them, and they really are <span style="font-weight:bold;">Masters of Poise</span>. For them it's as easy to walk on the carpet as to walk on the fence around my staircase...Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-37756170775664351972009-03-17T17:38:00.004+01:002009-03-17T17:47:18.006+01:00IF: Legendary<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pqaNXKPGYYikkUYpRPqKtM9e4WP3u9Kz6hw03xdvfnHpHi2VxmHJk18WfAYmUH_lRwzYvGThb1cQj4dvm_Tb1lUtg1brZksOf96pJIan93VLS7PBR9JJDQWOacZoKmY-7-Se/s1600-h/legendaryklein.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pqaNXKPGYYikkUYpRPqKtM9e4WP3u9Kz6hw03xdvfnHpHi2VxmHJk18WfAYmUH_lRwzYvGThb1cQj4dvm_Tb1lUtg1brZksOf96pJIan93VLS7PBR9JJDQWOacZoKmY-7-Se/s400/legendaryklein.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314197139255952066" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Mrs. Bibble rushes to a party with her legendary chocolate&honey covered pancakes.</span><br /><br />A quick drawing in my moleskine sketchbook.<br />So frustrating when an image is in your head, but comes out quite crappy. I don't like the apron, and her pose is not as 'moving' as I wanted it to be. Just have to practice on my drawing and especially my patience while drawing more i guess. But allright, it's not so bad that I didn't dare to submit this one. A good reminder to become better and better!Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-41327429623829439372009-03-06T00:13:00.006+01:002012-07-31T17:53:53.761+02:00MoleskineFor years I wanted to start an art journal, or at least fill a sketchbook with experiments, colours, texts, pasted in things.... whatever. As long as it was looooose, and impulsive. But always when I bought a new sketchbook, I started to make only 'nice' drawings, and beautiful ones... Too tight, too planned, too carefull. Then I found '<a href="http://www.kerismith.com/">Wreck this Journal' by Keri Smith</a> in a bookshop, and wow! That book made me dare to NOT plan what to draw, NOT be afraid to drip onto another page, NOT thinking it must become a nice drawing. It triggerd the more impulsive 'artist' in me. <br />
I bought a real moleskine sketchbook now, and now it's first pages are filled with all kinds of blips and blurps. Here are 3 of them... (to be honest, these are the nicest drawings. Now I'm writing this I realise I should scan the more impulsive pages even more!)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaOEZ2gu5ShYE44P-euCENvTw9dwF5vkihexZW2G3u-aArJAOCOxRW5UQY4HHNjj_gTw2OCeKAf2zdAxseyA9rKMBeJJ_2_A7hBHZDRZGLNrBcXuBOdPzduwa9zv4Lil_m4LiQ/s1600-h/moleskine.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309845925011554002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaOEZ2gu5ShYE44P-euCENvTw9dwF5vkihexZW2G3u-aArJAOCOxRW5UQY4HHNjj_gTw2OCeKAf2zdAxseyA9rKMBeJJ_2_A7hBHZDRZGLNrBcXuBOdPzduwa9zv4Lil_m4LiQ/s400/moleskine.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 305px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZ8Fqa7t2wI2o-zc_xX5J8Jt9ffGxgWQ1Ffrd3EQs0WiETdS6BsWjax1qbrWdvI7oARf9dCkB5-jPzEmsYWjMBcX7-FF4BfuN9QgPEM5Rv_2o0T9eMIJ0gvbDYnckgUYD1aME/s1600-h/moleskine_0001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309846139978342866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZ8Fqa7t2wI2o-zc_xX5J8Jt9ffGxgWQ1Ffrd3EQs0WiETdS6BsWjax1qbrWdvI7oARf9dCkB5-jPzEmsYWjMBcX7-FF4BfuN9QgPEM5Rv_2o0T9eMIJ0gvbDYnckgUYD1aME/s400/moleskine_0001.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 306px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxu8IepmBevw7QjbsCMxKY5O3tDVZ6k2gdhfkoHHUwYQUfm_q3I5onrf1L7kDDfdVsxiEMc73mlYQ-CVI0oeY0fEPF3Ul0w0MVc-fzfAIb23q0qx0SEE6M4avS0xf5K_frAir/s1600-h/moleskine_0002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309846369816570226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxu8IepmBevw7QjbsCMxKY5O3tDVZ6k2gdhfkoHHUwYQUfm_q3I5onrf1L7kDDfdVsxiEMc73mlYQ-CVI0oeY0fEPF3Ul0w0MVc-fzfAIb23q0qx0SEE6M4avS0xf5K_frAir/s400/moleskine_0002.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 308px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-9863688916832614912009-02-28T11:00:00.000+01:002009-02-28T11:02:10.907+01:00IF: Breezy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIBWXpnU7fmVHQwhkSNS8hnStvgs-65VE-R6UkhTPygQFLJ8J6KeQUxIpIL6GUYJstZDOezfWQyK0VB0XLUqPb8wjXcPGwKtyUavgbC-SriHpSDLDG1lB3BkAe10-u_rtWkEI1/s1600-h/breezyklein.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIBWXpnU7fmVHQwhkSNS8hnStvgs-65VE-R6UkhTPygQFLJ8J6KeQUxIpIL6GUYJstZDOezfWQyK0VB0XLUqPb8wjXcPGwKtyUavgbC-SriHpSDLDG1lB3BkAe10-u_rtWkEI1/s400/breezyklein.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307785964589089426" /></a>Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-83510637149857319102009-02-26T17:11:00.005+01:002009-02-28T11:04:34.461+01:00People on the floor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5qajNLrKuionrMikxe4qmIX5gI4vox1vcAVqCgPNHky6z6060me92BYDLZMJ2B1QXkQgkOJKMWzEfZzTM4sxkwNbTs4OJgRR_05QZRsAKSibhv3NtFZbkYQLE1hiYIPFxu9P/s1600-h/foto5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5qajNLrKuionrMikxe4qmIX5gI4vox1vcAVqCgPNHky6z6060me92BYDLZMJ2B1QXkQgkOJKMWzEfZzTM4sxkwNbTs4OJgRR_05QZRsAKSibhv3NtFZbkYQLE1hiYIPFxu9P/s400/foto5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307150603468575810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSOWi06gajaTMnluISCAN89EAJM0_TULfQ7_axpgxCDVNT6OB8HpmlNA2EQEUVABWjLLW-JTHNk5LWuMyCRA3N04bL1WDw-oDnerqvim5jIlOrmXNkRZv4JGTg1C5vUKC6yY7A/s1600-h/foto4.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsLsiaNV8vnsP1LaN6YpDl-Muize-yNi6SnTl4pFNOrdhyh-ZgAQQg_8NvgY4onlYGDSs4CDjXJVvPv2EBWAnAw_7iSl5eEBd_Q-gnfrkseUGhOWJBFe6u5qx9NhjUgrJiNCG/s400/nosun2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234049662579698002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZms-NaT3CLBD73k0ijmmwyhURbKqrx3GJgg3UQp-sELolJozvNE8T2BGgJHxD4OgEEySfHih4LEjec3RcGnOarhWORhQ9e9x_kPHkxjV97khUpiJvXKkl1VYM3WLPB3tirUX5/s1600-h/nosun1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZms-NaT3CLBD73k0ijmmwyhURbKqrx3GJgg3UQp-sELolJozvNE8T2BGgJHxD4OgEEySfHih4LEjec3RcGnOarhWORhQ9e9x_kPHkxjV97khUpiJvXKkl1VYM3WLPB3tirUX5/s400/nosun1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234049569430441170" /></a>Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-24443487809729095572008-05-28T11:59:00.000+02:002008-12-09T11:11:24.451+01:00And now what?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmk_-UPUAWYbcmgovSZnwQD_4rIRbXRkfbc95VZ2vY7uyiRXuc5yVrf3yYtRjGspt7580SbOD0XdtrJ9dhmP8zWSaYeXoH5-paZsjksBRWEYH1HeA0hCcuvxTE0GgH8-3GXj2/s1600-h/beestberg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmk_-UPUAWYbcmgovSZnwQD_4rIRbXRkfbc95VZ2vY7uyiRXuc5yVrf3yYtRjGspt7580SbOD0XdtrJ9dhmP8zWSaYeXoH5-paZsjksBRWEYH1HeA0hCcuvxTE0GgH8-3GXj2/s400/beestberg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205366911477783746" /></a>Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-23853479567416170012007-10-31T16:50:00.000+01:002008-12-09T11:11:24.609+01:00Illustration Friday: Trick or Treat<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0I6Z1t2XKUIEb0nlUMMkJJXHzo81hnHzMHDAHiW50CrnJmFeXJuZTRoxA-HSzXksELEs_kc2qcXxjaqkwX7eTzygQlbWBb01ThHt44-aZP2FKPLbi6IOE1t3VMlx-azfHZiRl/s1600-h/trickortreatweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0I6Z1t2XKUIEb0nlUMMkJJXHzo81hnHzMHDAHiW50CrnJmFeXJuZTRoxA-HSzXksELEs_kc2qcXxjaqkwX7eTzygQlbWBb01ThHt44-aZP2FKPLbi6IOE1t3VMlx-azfHZiRl/s400/trickortreatweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127530489870295218" /></a>Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-52078551912272500322007-10-18T21:36:00.000+02:002008-12-09T11:11:25.060+01:00Illustration Friday: ExtremesBought myself a small wacom tablet for my notebook yesterday, and got Painter Essentials with it. So IF is a good excuse to practice my painter skillz in time I ought to be working... heehee! Here's my illustration for 'extremes'... Almost too late, but just before the next friday:)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNyTwxmBeh-5HNyJu9zrjWTV4OwWwx7gzMMXb2Idf8MQm9JQer2sfG2ScBEX32Qqhg6KneqlSr8gaYBBvwx5U_y_LfEoSMjG6kjnSoQQ7YfqaB424q29jx_syHcL6AVYR0Y2yu/s1600-h/extremesweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNyTwxmBeh-5HNyJu9zrjWTV4OwWwx7gzMMXb2Idf8MQm9JQer2sfG2ScBEX32Qqhg6KneqlSr8gaYBBvwx5U_y_LfEoSMjG6kjnSoQQ7YfqaB424q29jx_syHcL6AVYR0Y2yu/s400/extremesweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122763141355102530" /></a>Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-37176111536346982192007-08-20T16:52:00.000+02:002008-12-09T11:11:25.270+01:00Illustration Friday: CaptainCaptain Rufftail bravely navigates the deserted ocean with seaman Pinkear on the rudder.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_B0YqaxYyxRrGpiBsgKMzEQosij4LcnYB1DzTeul4GUZHhIAEH61WDWYtZDh9MW94ZVi7d6qrZmoU5qtciCuge1wfLh_CDmzZS-Z71J2YtnhMHCAfbZKxcfbSMqV5-b7DOFr/s1600-h/captainweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_B0YqaxYyxRrGpiBsgKMzEQosij4LcnYB1DzTeul4GUZHhIAEH61WDWYtZDh9MW94ZVi7d6qrZmoU5qtciCuge1wfLh_CDmzZS-Z71J2YtnhMHCAfbZKxcfbSMqV5-b7DOFr/s400/captainweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100796084368404306" /></a><br /><br />Very busy with work these months, but this image popped up in my mind when I saw this week's theme, so I quickly drew it to work it out later. Or maybe I leave it as it is...Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623695.post-17039418423834236772007-08-02T15:40:00.000+02:002008-12-09T11:11:25.380+01:00Illustration Friday: Moon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIoWDf0QRtGmmfpMRQXMm8zhwoV745dzaYH990jeDhP6I24S77s93Xs-CAnzq8Aw2FozkckdnUMyZI-mSG2DLkFDwMJ5D2jCiRri0KaPq0RCbORL1-rtLokk0BOhaAMSuImKAQ/s1600-h/moonweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIoWDf0QRtGmmfpMRQXMm8zhwoV745dzaYH990jeDhP6I24S77s93Xs-CAnzq8Aw2FozkckdnUMyZI-mSG2DLkFDwMJ5D2jCiRri0KaPq0RCbORL1-rtLokk0BOhaAMSuImKAQ/s400/moonweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094097866198389282" /></a>Kameerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14050765936977554889noreply@blogger.com12