BEE LOVE

In addition to my work as a visual artist, I am a beekeeper. I learnt beekeeping from my father, who in turn learnt it from my grandfather.

He said, "In the Bible there are pieces that no one has ever read. Like there are places on the earth where no man has ever been.

" I looked up from my book and I thought about it and got a fever.

The world closed in around me.

I dreamt about the desert with an oasis in it.

I dreamt about a land of ice and wide open fields.

I dream with open eyes

about the mountains with eternal snow.

And a path to a house

with an unlocked door

and a wild garden

where a man stands in

who waves me welcome and says:

"After all this time"

And spring became.

I CLIMBED OVER MOUNTAINS

TO BRING YOU MY LOVE

TO BRING YOU MY LOVE

Why am I here? Give me power and let my light shine. Why am I here? In the deep mountains and the flow of the river Why am I here? Without music. Without your hands. Why am I here? I am afraid. Why do life and mountains separate us? Why have I travelled so much and yet everything remains unattainable? Why am I here? Why is everything so heavy? Why not the light? Why am I afraid? Why am I scared? Why does my body hurt? Why am I alone?

Waarom ben ik hier? Geef me kracht en laat mijn licht schijnen. Waarom ben ik hier? In de diepe bergen en de stroom van de rivier Waarom ben ik hier? Zonder muziek. Zonder je handen. Waarom ben ik hier? Ik ben bang. Waarom scheiden het leven en de bergen ons? Waarom heb ik zoveel gereisd en blijft alles onbereikbaar? Waarom ben ik hier? Waarom is alles zo zwaar? Waarom niet het licht? Waarom ben ik bang? Waarom ben ik bang? Waarom doet mijn buik pijn? Waarom ben ik alleen?