ENTER THE GATES.

WHAT YOU SEE IS BORN FROM ME. TAKE IT IN. DO NOT RUSH YOURSELF. YOU ARE AN OBSERVER OF A WORLD. ONLY HERE FOR A LITTLE WHILE. OBSERVE AS YOU PLEASE.  SWIPE TO SEE MORE.

THE FIRST GALLERY IS MY WORLD. A KINGDOM THAT IS MY OWN.

THE SECOND GALLERY IS A WORLD I HAVE NOT CREATED: HEROES AND WARRIORS I LOVE FROM OTHER LANDS, A GALLERY DEDICATED TO THEM.

ABOUT THE ARTIST.

 

My childhood, which was fantastically bizarre and quite surreal, plays a large part in what I make; old memories, vague visions, thoughts, ideas, which I once thought or saw or simply imagined then, are still alive in me, reproduced and reinvented. Through my own hands I keep my child self alive. On paper I am met with her face to face. It gives me deep power having my inner self at the tips of my fingers. 

I was born in an old house in the small village of Bloemendaal, Holland in 1997, with forests and farms around. I moved back and forth to the United States several times with my family; Los Angeles for two years, Berkeley for six months, Malibu for one year and Los Angeles again for two years, all at different times of my youth. At the age of eight I started writing while living in Berkeley, in a wooden house in the mountains. Living next to a forest, deer, turkeys, boars visited our backyard regularly. I grew an obsession over wolves - coyotes could be heard at night - and I began writing my first stories about them. In a natural fashion, the worlds I created - which prior I had only been translating visually - I was now translating, quite literally, into words. 

 

Leaving behind homes and repeatedly returning to places that felt more alien every time I came back, along with people vanishing from my life or having forgotten about me upon my return, made me feel like I had lived a handful of entirely different lifetimes by the time I was fourteen. I still do. 

At sixteen I published my first novel, Over the Rainbow. Written in English (though not published in English), it was translated into Dutch, German, French, and Russian. It took me two years to write. The story, which is sinister and disturbing, was written during a particularly dark period of my teen years, as most, if not all, teens experience at one point or another. I simply wrote a novel in the midst of it. There were days where I struggled with the fact I had even chosen to publish it, because the style of the book was so immensily different than who I was later on. No human thinks, talks, acts the same as when they were fourteen. I have physical proof that I can hold in my hands of who I was then, and, I dare say, thank god I am no longer that little girl.

 

 I am currently writing my second novel. The craft of writing requires patience, something I have 'trained' myself to do, as I like to see it, since I was a child. I hold myself to a certain standard now. I intend to meet that standard, at the very least, with everything I create, but what I aim for is exceeding it.

After graduating high school I lived in Tel Aviv, Israel for three years. In 2019 I lived in Rome, Italy for 9 months to learn Italian. I am also enrolled in a low-residency Masters of Fine Arts program at Vermont College of Fine Arts.

 

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