2024
The Dutch front window is a public vitrine: you show what you have, what you are. These paintings grew from that threshold — the place where interior and exterior are held in tension, where you are neither fully inside nor outside.
entrance
on my windowsill
garden view
tabel decoration
tabel decoration
garden view
garden view
tabel decoration
Balancing on the Windowsill
This series began with looking.
Walking through Haarlem, and later The Hague, I became absorbed by something specific to Dutch interiors: the objects placed in the front window. Two identical pots. Matching plants. A pair of figures, always symmetrical, always facing outward. You see it everywhere, once you notice it — a quiet insistence on arrangement, on display, on the threshold between the private home and the public street.
I started photographing these windows. Then scratching into the photographs. Shooting from outside looking in, and from inside looking out — testing where the boundary actually was. What I found was not a boundary at all, but a dynamic: the Dutch window is a public vitrine. You show what you have, what you are. And the person on the street is both audience and voyeur — looking in, knowing they are permitted to look, which is a different thing from looking through glass that was never meant to be seen through.
No other culture does this quite the same way. I began to wonder why. The Netherlands is a flat country — flat and coastal, defined by horizon. There is no natural shelter, no hill, no valley to disappear into. Perhaps the decoration in the window is a response to that flatness: a way of reaching toward the horizon, of marking yourself against the open sky, of saying I am here, this is mine, this is what I place between myself and all that space.
This research fed into my final work at Vrije Kunstacademie Haarlem. Then I put it down. Over the following years, in the studio, I moved away from the motif entirely — working to find my own language, my own mark, the handwriting that was genuinely mine rather than borrowed from what I thought painting should look like. That search took time. It took letting go of other things first.
When I came back to the window, it was from a different place. The symmetrical objects, the vitrine logic, the inside-outside tension — these are no longer subjects I am documenting. They have become a way of thinking about painting itself: what we place on the sill between ourselves and the world, how we arrange it, and whether we are performing for the street or simply trying to feel the horizon.