Trained as an art historian, it did not occur to me to see myself as the artist. As I was mainly writing essays, I thought the observations had found their sufficient outlet. But when I became a single mother and was both exhilarated and exhausted, I found that in between walking the baby writing would not do. To keep sane I started sketching, and, a year after, printing. I've always had a slighty jagged way of drawing so I started woodcutting and immediately loved it. Now I still walk around my hometown Groningen with my toddler or alone and draw, cut and then print everything that reaches our eye.