under the sign of Hieronymus Bosch

at the end of June 2012, during the open studios of Zaltbommel, Johannes van Rooij, a man I had never seen before, entering my home, said: I am not coming for your art, but may I ask you a question? he offered to support my theater project with street children in Lima. then he added: would you do me the favor to produce a drawing for me in the spirit of Hieronymus Bosch?
even though I can neither paint nor think as he did, I did not hesitate. to me the universe of the paintings of Hieronymus Bosch and that of the carpets of the Inca are kindred. as long as I can remember, I have felt at home in the ornamental language of Latin America, which I only realized working during several years with artisans of the Peruvian Andes.
starting my way into the fields of art, I could only write life down transformed that way.

I started the same day. I wanted to meet the request as soon as possible. but then, like a hound tracking its prey, I wanted to know, who the hell was this Hieronymus Bosch and I drew and painted him after a portrait of about 1550.
and I drew and painted Johannes van Rooij.
in June 2013, I started anew drawing Hieronymus Bosch and with a last painted portrait my time under his sign came to and end.