The visit to the Paper Factory was for me one the highlights of our Bhutan trip. It was impressive to realise the wisdom, patience and care each piece of hand-made paper has embedded. That scent of magic I will hardly forget. I knew I had to preserve that spirit and draw on them my memories; so I decided to order even more papers than the ones I bought at their factory.
The huge melange of images and feelings from Bhutan I have in my mind are deeply interlinked, creating a big and rich picture of the whole experience. Following the same concept, I thought my drawings could come to life in the very same way. The myriad of drawings from my sketchbook would be explicitly attached.
Maastricht is covered with snow and just like people were doing in those days some hundred years ago, I was knitting behind the window. No scarf or pullover was coming out from the needles this time. Red wool would bond together bits and pieces in remembrance of the protection and blessing cord. A whole vast warm universe was ready for my colours and inks.