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It’s been weeks… months since I wrote a haiku, due to life circumstances (see former post.) I am walking a tightrope, maintaining a precarious balance, but gradually I am entering calmer waters, so when my brother sent me the following comment + photo, I ventured into writing a haiku.
“Try to make a Friday haiku on this one ”
Now that I am writing a post, I take the opportunity to show you the next art journal spreads in my Grandes Chaleurs” journal (11.7 x 8.3″ – 29,5 x 21 cm).
I created this one back in February already but had not show it yet
Grandes Chaleurs art journal: “this was personal” (Februari 2026)
The first time back in my atelier; after weeks of stress, worry, sadness and grief over the death of my mother; I created this spread. (The poem on this spread is written by my mum, Johanna Kruit, who was a writer and poet.)
Grandes Chaleurs art journal: “where is everybody?” (August 2026)
Thank you for stopping by my blog.
Kiss your loved ones, hold on tight and have a lovely weekend.
“Try to make a Friday haiku on this one ”
| Vuilniszakken. Blik. Plastic. Glas. Een oud matras en één zonnebloem. | Garbage bags. Tin cans. Plastic. Glass. An old mattress and one sunflower. |
Now that I am writing a post, I take the opportunity to show you the next art journal spreads in my Grandes Chaleurs” journal (11.7 x 8.3″ – 29,5 x 21 cm).
I created this one back in February already but had not show it yet
Grandes Chaleurs art journal: “this was personal” (Februari 2026)
The first time back in my atelier; after weeks of stress, worry, sadness and grief over the death of my mother; I created this spread. (The poem on this spread is written by my mum, Johanna Kruit, who was a writer and poet.)
Grandes Chaleurs art journal: “where is everybody?” (August 2026)
Thank you for stopping by my blog.
Kiss your loved ones, hold on tight and have a lovely weekend.