29 December 2010

WINDMILLS OF HOLLAND


This far-stretching flat landscape of Holland is something beautiful to see, flying over the dikes and polders, standing atop the sand dunes at the sea's edge, or riding across the country in a fast train. One can see the farms and distant cities getting smaller and smaller on a horizon that seems to never end. The wind and the water of this flat land have powered windmills and watermills for grinding grains and spices, sawing timber, and draining water for centuries, and although the number of mills has dwindled from about 9,000 to 1,000, these post-mills, ground-sailers, and octagonal top-wheelers still punctuate this famous flatness with centuries-old Dutch charm.






The paintings of Dutch masters like Rembrandt and Ruisdael immortalized these old mills in their time. Being in the presence of these bits of history as I commute every day, I can't help but sketch the moments when the ochreous Dutch sunlight brilliantly illuminates a mill against dark storm clouds in the distance, or when I see bits of old windmill history in one of Holland's many museums. It makes me nostalgic already, the knowledge that once I leave Holland, these tiny ink and graphite drawings of mine will be all I'll keep of the immense emotional impressions these old mills make, standing and creaking just before me.

A Dutch film maker named Menno Mennes has produced a set of Holland Heritage videos that I absolutely love. Here's a short film by Mennes, "Levende Molens van Holland," or "Living Mills of Holland."


12 December 2010

CHRISTMAS IN HOLLAND: SINTERKLAAS EN ZWARTE PIET


Snug in our little brick house on a cold Saturday in November, Yves and I yawned into a quiet day with an espresso and lots of blankets. It wasn't long before I heard some sort of clamoring on the canal outside, and when I drew back the curtain, I was unexpectedly filled with all the exhilaration and excitement of a 5-year-old girl. Amidst the shrieks and tears of the little child inside me, I flung open the door and ran to the canal edge. The drawbridge was raised, and through it came a royal procession of majestic boats. Perched aboard the glorious lead ship was Sinterklaas and his Zwarte Pieten. They waved as they passed me and my little house, and crowds of fanatic children ran waving and screaming after them at the canal's edge. Having awakened that little 5-year-old Laurie with my heart beating fast and my eyes open wide, I couldn't bear to wait for Yves or even tell him I was going, and I ran along with the other Dutch children to Leiden's main square.


The children were dressed in royal velvet costumes of gold, violet, and ruby. Some cheered and screamed in a frenzy, and some stared silently in astonishment at the goings-on. All the people in the city must have been there, including Yves who finally found me in the crowd. Acrobats catapulted through the air, dozens of helpers dressed as Zwarte Pieten with bright velvet costumes threw pepernoten (gingerbread biscuits) from boats, and Sinterklaas rode his white horse through the crowd to the stadhuis (city hall), with a parade of such gaiety and musical celebration following him that the holiday season's inspiration spread for miles around.

Sinterklaas is celebrated in The Netherlands from his November arrival by steamboat from Spain until Saint Nicholas' Eve on the 5th of December. During this time, children put out their shoes each day with offerings of carrots and hay for Sinterklaas' white horse. If they're well-behaved, they might find their shoes filled with candy and little gifts in the morning. Sinterklaas songs are sung and speculaas, marzipan figures, and alphabet-shaped chocolates and pastries are enjoyed by everyone. I will miss Christmas back home in Wisconsin, but oh, how I do love Holland!

20 November 2010

TALKING WITH JANE GOODALL


It was indeed a special experience tonight to thank Jane Goodall personally for inspiring me since I was a child, to embrace hands and chat with a now 76-year-old woman who has used her life to so significantly contribute to making the change she wants to see. Studying primates since 1960, Jane has made tremendous contributions to science (the discovery of chimpanzees' modification and use of tools), psychology (the effect of the maternal and familial bond on youth development, and the discovery of social and emotional primate behavior), conservation of the natural world, and the launch of a global social movement (rootsandshoots.org) to motivate humans to "...learn to live in harmony with the natural world, because...we need to."


Dr. Goodall spoke from her podium at Leiden University tonight of resilience and hope, despite the ecological and social trauma our world has endured. "You must never give up. There's always a way forward," she quoted her friend Gary Horn. "If we lose hope, there is no hope."

15 November 2010

THE BLUSTERY PHOTO SHOOT



Rain, rain, go away. I want to photograph my handmade items today...

My planned day trip to the forest in Leiden, South Holland was rained out :-( My partner Yves and I looked out the window all day at the blustering wind and menacing skies of Holland, stuck inside until sunset. With a break in the rain at last, we darted off to a park not too far away. My little handmade garland and handpainted glass bulbs braved the wind and the wet trees, and we got just a few shots before the last bits of sun left us. Oh Holland, why do you rain so much?

I have a new Canon Rebel T2i and some studio lighting in my atelier, so I managed to get just a few things photographed to put into my Etsy shop. The flower garland is my favorite, with flowers made of felt and fabric and button centers, folded and foxed antique Dutch encyclopedia pages, and beautiful wool pom-poms.


 


12 November 2010

SANTA'S SECRET KEY

Oh, the stories I've heard from folks around the world who buy art and antiques from my online shop here in Holland! The most charming stories and thank-you notes arrive in my mailbox, connecting American buyers and their stories to me in Holland and to the very long line of history each antique piece carries. Stories come of European heritage, their or their ancestors' emigration out of Europe, and experiences of lives lived in a new country.

One such story arrived today from Texas, where Suzan and her son have just moved from Europe. Suzan has ordered a remarkable 5" Dutch key from the 1700s from my online shop. Her son, having learned the American stories of Santa Claus climbing down the chimney to fill stockings and deliver Christmas presents, has become increasingly concerned as time grows nearer to Christmas Eve. You see, their new home doesn't have a chimney...

To ease the little boy's worry, Suzan has put this old key, its scratches and rust begging to tell its own long history, at their back door for Santa to enter on Christmas Eve. It's Santa's secret key, so shhhhhhhhhh! Please don't tell a soul!