I’ll start with the easy features: woman, mother, wife, and daughter.
I was born April 27th,1957 (I’ll leave the calculating to you as far as my age is concerned), married in 1980 to Guy (still together btw) and our only son, Yannick, was born in 1983 and moved out in November 2012. A milestone for him and for us.
We live in a small town near Antwerp, Belgium, and my native tongue is Dutch, or Flemish if you want. So, sorry for the not perfect English.
Professionally I’ve worked as a management assistant in sales and marketing (food, travel, automotive) and last years I was managing a golf club… till the burn-out blew a hole-in-one in my life!
Now, to the more personal stuff
So, if you had asked “who are you?” 3 years ago, you most probably would have gotten a totally different answer. It seemed that the only “me” that existed was the professional one.
Now, it’s much more complicated. In between the emotional turmoil and the physical consequences – that are beyond anything I could have imagined as being the side effects of a burn-out – I’m still trying to find balance and calmth, catching up with my family life which had totally disappeared somewhere between the fairways and the greens, and blowing breath to my creativity. End 2012 I was diagnosed with Fybromialgia, finally a name for my continuous pain and fatigue. Finding that balance is primordial now and since december I’m taking yoga classes.
My hobbies used to be golf and photography, used to be, as golf totally disappeared from the picture… (ha, picture, unintended word play). Being professionally occupied with this ballgame, it literally became the proverbial “good walk spoilt” to me.
And that’s how photography was the only thing left. It grew, from an occupation, to a hobby, to a pleasant passion! I hope that this explains why this blog will become a chaotic mix between feelings and images. Besides photography I do a little bit of everything: knitting, crochet, making textures to combine with my images, cross stitching etc.
Photography, but that you already knew.
I have loved writing for about as long as I can hold a pen.
And I love books and magazines. There are books everywhere in my house, novels, books – tons of them – on photography, on psychology, cook books, quote books….
I seldom drink alcohol, just an occasional sip of sweet, white wine or rosé (bubbly or not).
Sweets on the other hand! Chocolate (I’m a true believer in chocolatism), all kinds of candy, cake. To compensate for my “unhealthy” sweet tooth, I love strawberries and nectarines, and I loooove cherries! I think I’m in heaven when eating chocolate dipped strawberries!
I also like a cup of tea and have developed a crush for ginger and mango tea lately.
Flowers, lots of flowers. The ones I love most are the wild ones, the ones that have almost disappeared in the fields.
Black olives; oysters; red meat; red wine; red nail polish, red lipstick, people that make too much noise; loudness in general as well as hard light; violent television programs; being disturbed while writing or reading; inpatient drivers; real flowers that look man made.
I also don’t like cooking, which makes my urge for buying cook books rather strange… but they are very inspirational for my still life setups.
The bad sides of me (you have some time left?…)
I’m a terrible perfectionist.
Apart from a chocaholic, I’m also a shopaholic. Can you imagine what happens when I’m in a chocolate store?….
I have too many clothes and way too many shoes. Last year my husband helped me packing our suitcases when we left from holiday in France; he counted 18 pairs… for a 2 week’s holiday….
I’m also terrible in throwing things away, and it’s gone from bad to worse since I started photographing still lives.
I have a hard time in not buying a nice cup when I see one, but rarely use them!
The good sides of me
I think I’m quite a good listener and empathic.
I really hate dishonesty and injustice can make me cry and get me terribly mad at the same time.
I feel good when I can spoil my mom with a little present, a good book to read, a visit that makes her happy.
That’s about all as far as “me” is concerned for now… except of course that for the moment this new me is a Chaotic Perfectionist.