There was a time I felt joy each time I published a blog. I loved writing, reflecting, sharing ideas. But somewhere along the way, that spark faded, and time filled itself with other things. Not because my work lost its lustre. Quite the opposite. I have never found more delight in what I do. Yet I was following external rhythms that slowly drained the essence of why I began creating in the first place.
The pace was reactive, not reflective. And in the midst of it, I felt the need to pause.
Listening in stillness
The past two years have been contemplative. Three months devoted to personal reflection, followed by eight months of reshaping my work from within. Throughout this process, one notion kept returning to me: creation as connection. The wish to reach hearts, near and far. To cultivate kinship among fellow designers, thinkers and makers.
I studied communication. I have always loved language. And for a while, I fell out of love with writing. Speaking has never been my strongest form of expression. Even in Dutch, my native language, I sometimes struggle to find the words I mean. But when I write, thoughts find their rhythm.
I am not someone who shares selfies, and I do not teach in a conventional way. But blogging has always felt like an authentic way to express and inspire. If you prefer fast videos, this space may not be for you. Then again, you are probably not reading this either. What I long for is to share knowledge with those who welcome it, in a way that honours my strengths and cares for the planet.
Learning as a daily ritual
One of the purest joys in running an atelier is the learning. Every day offers something new. A deeper insight into textile history. A new way of seeing colour. A fresh thought on how I wish to shape the world through design.
I have been thinking carefully about how to share my work in ways that feel generous and rooted, not transactional. Ways that reflect both the skill and the soul within my practice.
And so, writing returns. A space for clarity. A container for ideas.
With new intent
So here I am, returning to the practice of blogging. Writing about the things that move me: the choreography of colour, the poetics of material, the transformations that design can bring.
I am excited to share more about my practice, my collaborations, my experiments. About the beauty of pigment, the generosity of craft, and the possibilities I see for more inclusive, more thoughtful, more chromatic design.
Let’s see where it leads.
