If 2021 was a secret agent... It would have been Cary Grant in Charade.

Christmas Eve…

It is Friday night and three seconds just have passed since I took the first sip of a disgusting alcohol free beer… Why in gods name did I choose this period to go alcohol free for a while… My god, it is horrible! A good beer is priceless, and it is actually one of the things that genuinely makes me happy. Fresh developer, fresh film, and a fresh New England IPA.

Well, of course there are plenty of other things. But that would just make a really long list and creates less of an entertaining story.

Whenever a setback happens I just take my time to feel like shit for a brief moment. And as soon as that has passed and I have dusted myself off, I double down on reinventing myself. One of the perks you get I guess from having a shitty childhood. So as soon as the Netherlands was thrown into another lockdown in the blink of an eye, it was a good moment to dust myself off and make sure I would turn it into something positive.

So that means becoming better at my craft which is photography, and a workout every day. Despite I am already fit, that stupid rona is not going to get me. But the reality is: It is either abs or IPA’s. You can’t have both. And ever since I stopped competing in Olympic Weightlifting those IPA’s tasted a little bit too well…

Channeling…

Slowly taking another sip, and when I put my glass down it seemed like the perfect moment to reminisce about 2021. And one of my other goals is to channel my emotions better into art without any distractions. Reminiscing is a good catalyst to do that. And hopefully the more time progresses I will become better at it. The main goal of art is not imitating your heroes, but unapologetic personal expression.

An LP of Marie Laforêt is playing in the background and I hope I can finish the sentence before I have to turn the record to the other side. I succeeded…

Since I have had an outlet I always summed up my year and what happened to me. That too seems like a fruitful exercise. To reflect… To see what can be done better. Or what I did well… Did I follow my heart and was I true to myself?

So far so good…

2021, my most successful year so far… And also a super sad one…

The biggest mark 2021 has left on me is not the success I have had this year as a photographer. It was the loss of my little nephew whos life was lost during a car accident in October. Cremating the little fella just two days before my birthday was the most surreal thing ever. It is a scar that will be hard to heal. And for my sister, his dad, his bonus dad, and my niece every day feels like drowning while the rest of the world is breathing.

It also made me indefinitely pause the project about my dad for a while. They say projects are never finished, but just abandoned. And that is completely true… I just couldn’t anymore. Not now.

The project did bring me a lot though. It made me better… It made me learn. And even better… It gave me eleven freaking exhibits which three of them were festivals… And one of the locations was in a castle! And also a book! Which is crazy! If you would have told me that at the end of 2020 I would have never believed it.

Bluebird, if you are reading this… I could not have done this without you.

Yes I am talking to you. There is only one person in the world that I call bluebird.

You have no idea how special you are to me. I will keep saying that till the end of time and until you feel it, not just hear it.

And when I start slacking, I hear your voice with your unique accent in the back of my head like you said in one of your voice messages saying: “But you are not a lazy photographer…“ And that is the moment I continue my grind.

Plus, no one in my entire life has ever told me they are proud of me. But you did…

It is a beautiful realization how important it is to have the have the support of people you care about. In the past I always did things just by myself. Didn’t have people I could spar or reflect with. Or just vent… And most of the time I was just not understood. When I was still a weightlifter I had my coach. He maybe didn’t always understand me, but he always made a effort and did his best. And that goes for the two people who are prominently right now always supporting me without them even maybe knowing how big their impact is. Bluebird, and mister “rare dingen“.

Goals are never easy. Especially if you have big ones… I know I have to work my ass off. So yes, sometimes it feels like grinding. Taking photographs is not easy. And no one will ever come knocking on your door and say: “Hey do you want to be in my gallery?“ I approach things the same as I did with my sport. Just work and work. And eventually you get there. Just never give up. Even if you know you still have a long way to go and a lot of growing to do.

I did start two new projects though. One of them will be made as a visual poem. And the other one will be about masculinity done in a way that is not that typical. I want to break through social boundaries with that. More on that in 2022.

So if 2021 was a secret agent… It would have been Cary Grant in Charade.

Charade has become one of my favourite movies. And whenever I felt down I started watching it. Behind those muscles and that beard lies a hopeless romantic which still believes in fairy tales and magic and literally daydreams all day.

Cary Grant plays a character named Peter Joshua. Not the main character though! That is the lovely Audrey Hepburn… He is working on a case about stolen money and experienced a copious amount of setbacks. In example he got sliced by a man with a hook on his hand, shot at, did weird dance moves with a piece of fruit and the bosom of a big lady…

Even when the woman he fell in love with dropped ice cream on his suit he still managed to make everything right.

2021 felt a bit like that… It has had ice cream on it’s suit, but it still made it right. Freaking lockdowns or not I still went to Egypt. Had exhibits. Made new friends. And had fun!

Didn’t count how much rolls of film I shot this year, but it was a lot. Also made plenty of prints, so that made me happy as well.

So what will 2022 bring…

I have totally no idea… And neither do all of you… I can name some of my goals though. And one of those is to get gallery representation with a gallery that is a good match. With an emphasis on a good match.

Improve myself as a human being and a photographer.

Paris Photo.

Being a better printer.

I want to go to Iran to see my friends and travel to Kurdistan as well. And see what other place I can go too.

Write more poetry.

And attend one of those freaking opening drinks! Can I just for once go to one of my own opening drinks!!!??? It is not about the drinks itself. But every success how little or big should be celebrated. And I am tired of celebrating on my own. It is just not the same… And it is lonely…

When time progresses the list of course will change up a bit. And despite it is a short list here, no worries. My list is in reality waaaay longer.

As long as it is magical it is all good…

Another thing that I want to explore is the idea what happens to a person’s identity when the scars or pain is gone… Eventually you have to be on your own again because life will come and get you. So what happens to your identity? Who are you when you can’t rely on it anymore and use it as a crutch? Who is your true self?

It is a subject matter that made me curious.

And upside down end…

These closing words were written in the evening of December 30th… Marie Laforêt has turned into Glenn Gould playing his version of The Well-Tempered Clavier. Book 1: Prelude No. 22 in B-Flat Minor… It indeed takes that long to write something. To me it is important that every word is well thought out. I want them to have weight and meaning…

Slowly getting sleepy because from at one point in my life being a night owl, I have become an early riser. I will see and fall in love with the earth before the sun does…

Hopefully the moon will not be upset… No worries moon, it is a different kind of love… Not a lovers love. Another reason is also to make sure these words will be ready to read for you on the 31st…

So that leaves me to this.

I want to say thanks to anyone that either follows me and my adventures. Supports me in either my personal life or outside. And everyone that has ever crossed my path. It may have crossed for just a short time, or maybe even for a long while. But I have become a better man by meeting you. One way, or the other…

So happy New Year to you all…

Make it magical… And chase those dreams whatever they are…

I know I will…

~ Cristian

Some random photographs that were taken through the year…

Dante 2021

Hey everyone,

One of my photographs was also part of the Dante Exhibit of Dante 2021 created nu dotART and together with the Municipality of San Daniele del Friuli. And was exhibited on the Trieste Photo Days.

Of course super happy about that. But there was also a book involved. And that book finally came in the mail!

The book is on the occasion of the 700th year anniversary of the death of Dante Alighieri.

If you are interested in the book yourself you can buy it here.

Secret Garden

It's 6 A.M.

A early autumn morning and it is time to put a brush
Through that rough beard of mine
Slowly getting grey
Pepper and salt like human tree rings on my face

The oil makes it smell nice

Maybe I am
not man enough...
It is all I was thinking about while shaking my head
Day dreaming... Morning dreaming... Whatever...

Or is it more like day walking
Sometimes...
Because sometimes it feels like my strong body
is more dead than alive

Nothing but day dreaming...
About that mesmerizing painting
A masterpiece
You are truly worth more than a thousand stars...

My brush at the right side of the sink
Next to my razor
So it is easy to remember when my mind wanders off
To new places

I found a place you know...
With long winding stairs
And when I get to the top
there is a garden and I will find you there

A garden
high in the clouds
a different unapologetic romantic reality
where our feet don't touch the grass when we dance

Your smile makes my longing heart feel nice

A gentle breeze has turned up...
For me a signal
that the day is about to start and it is time for me to go
I will come back though

When my feet take the last steps down that winding stairs
I raise my face to the mirror
Still wet from the water and maybe a tear
I won't tell
But it is just enough water to cut my beard line straight

Sometimes
I am not sure if I am that I am
Man enough
To grab your hand one day and take you for that dance

My day starts
It's 7 A.M.
I eat my breakfast and have my coffee
But nothing fills

~ Secret garden

A couple of new photographs and putting myself out there...

I have put up a new couple of photographs on my Instagram. But I rather always put them on my blog… Seems more right…

Also if you are a gallery owner and reading this. I am actually looking for representation.

No idea how the art world works since I used to be a competitive Olympic Weightlifter and never went to art school.

So after my most successful year I have had so far, such a step would help me greatly in making more and better work.

My Egyptian secret window...

Wandering

I was wandering through the streets of Cairo
My hand was holding an old Visa from Egypt
Stamped and signed somewhere in the 80’s…

It’s so difficult to photograph today
But what choice do I have?

Sweating through my clothes just sitting
The food I ate just to not to disappoint some locals isn’t helping either

Photography is my secret window
A private conversation

An inner dialogue from me to my other self that just won’t stop talking
Every secret window a new chapter

Countless of windows that open up and close again when the time has come
And this specific chapter has come to an end
Ready for the next one…

Maybe I am lying to myself
Maybe I am not
Maybe it is just all I have to turn my imagination to truth

I was wandering through the streets of Cairo
And all I was thinking was: “I need one photograph”

A cat came up to my leg to say hi
I heard a purr…
But in my mind I was exactly where I needed to be

Alone

Complete and by myself
Well maybe not complete because I am still missing my other half

I sat down to give my tired feet some rest
Suddenly A little girl came up to me
Speaking to me in a language I didn’t understand

She could have not been older than six
Or maybe she was eight
I don’t know…

She reminded me of a vision or a dream I sometimes have that I want to have a daughter and I want to be the best father in the world

One day I will be…

On her arm there were some beautiful necklaces ready to be sold
In the sweetest possible way I tried to say: “No”
And after a big smile she understood and walked away a bit sad…

A bench beside me there were some locals
Looking all ready to go out because it was a Friday evening
I asked: Is she yours?

One of the women replied to me
The same way I replied to the little girl
I received a gentle smile, a shaking head from left to right, and a no

My secret window was closing
At least for the days I was here…
Or maybe just for today

I needed a photograph
Just. One. Photograph.

I felt frustrated and angry
“Cris you can do this” I told myself

Normally I would haven taken fourteen portraits
And petted about seventeen stray cats

What is wrong with me?

It is not that I wanted to give up
Because I never do

I believe in Soulmates
In destiny
In fate…

And this journey has become a part of my fate as well

It must have been the food poisoning
Should have said no to the food
Push through Cris, Push through… Push through…

I walked and I walked…
And suddenly you feel it

That same feeling you have when you close the window because there is a storm outside
And a gust of wind blows in your face right before you hear that loud clank when the window shuts

ZuZu and Habiba

My saviors

Sweet Arabian angels that came from the heavens
Taking selfies at just the right time
Saying hello just to make sure I got guided in the right direction

Without them I was lost
Without them at this point in time my art was lost…

My secret Window opened up again
And despite I didn’t knew if I could use this photograph at all
It was all I needed to get things moving

My spiritual wind was blowing until the last day I was able to shoot
I needed to capture that feeling
That one feeling

I did

One photograph to accompany that Visa from the 80’s…

Guilty

In my final hours in Cairo I went searching for that one little girl
I felt so guilty for saying no
Searching… In a city of twenty million

I would rather spend my last Egyptian pounds on souvenirs that I could buy from her than all the scammers on the market in the old part of the city

“You have a nice beard sir, you look like an Arab”
Words spoken to me in a persuasive way that would hypnotize any first time traveler
If they only knew… They wouldn’t even try…

My secret window was closing again…

I searched and I searched the streets until my feet got tired but with no luck
My last Hail Mary was to find the same bench I encountered her before

I felt some wind blowing…
And hoped it was a sign

As I rested my feet on that exact same bench there was no one there to be found…
It was a reminder to me that the universe sometimes says no
The “No” came out and with a sweet and gentle smile in the form of a cat sitting next to me…

A purr came out…
From me
As well as the cat

I guess some secret windows
Are just never meant to have some wind blowing through it…

~ My Egyptian secret window...

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KAUNAS PHOTO festival.

Hey everyone,

Happy to announce that I will be part of the KAUNAS PHOTO festival!

And to make it even better, my art is going to be in a freaking castle!!!

I mean, how cool is that?

Never in my entire life I have thought that my photographs would be displayed in a castle, so that is super cool. And I can of course say it made me very happy and it feels like a result of all of the hard work I have put in creating my art.

I think I haven’t had a proper break since I came back from Myanmar. Woke up 06:00 in the morning just worked worked worked. So if this is the result I get from that it is all worth it. I literally did a dance in my living room haha. Every success need to be celebrated right? Doesn’t matter how big or small they are…

I am being accompanied by plenty of other cool and amazing artist. So if you are in the neighborhood of Kaunas in Lithuania go and check out all of it and all of them.

For a detailed overview of all of the artist and all the other news that is surrounding the festival, please check out the KAUNAS PHOTO festival news page which you can find here.

Hop everyone is having a great weekend. Or even more so, a great rest of the year. And with a bit of luck I will be having my first adventure since a long time, soon.

~ Cristian

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Dante 2021

Hey everyone,

Some of you may have seen it on social media but I totally forgot to update my blog/news page. But I will be part of the upcoming book about Dante Alighieri! That is so coooooool!

Not only I am a hopeless romantic that made me day dream all day about the Devine Comedy, but the one of my first inspirations ever in the visual arts are the Illustrations by Gustave Doré.

He made an huge impact on me and I like to believe that sometimes that is visible in some of my photographs.

Below is a statement about the news of the book and you can find more info on this link.

The Dante 2021 project, conceived by dotART together with the Municipality of San Daniele del Friuli, will involve Italian and foreign photographers in a collective tribute to Dante Alighieri on the occasion of the 700th anniversary of his death. The photographic volume will boast an introduction by Piero Boitani, Emeritus Professor of Comparative Literature at Sapienza University of Rome. Professor Angelo Floramo, scientific consultant of the Guarneriana Library of San Daniele del Friuli, will supervise the book.

So that is some great news! If I have more information about it I of course will share it.

~ Cristian

Winter tea in summer…

I experiment with words sometimes.

My mind is always running in overdrive so when I can’t take photographs I work on some poetry. Yes I am one of thoooosseee guys.

Not necessarily autobiographical.

Sometimes it is… Sometimes it isn’t…

Sometimes it is a combination of both and let the fictional and the real intertwine.

Past or present. Or just some observations…

What I wrote and do share is also not like the the three words Instagram haiku shit or for people with short attention spans. You actually have to read.

Anyways…

This is “Winter tea in summer…“

It needs to be tweaked a little but I have been writing it since last night.

I woke up this morning
Same position as I fell asleep

When I tried to get up I wanted to clear my eyes
I rubbed and I rubbed

It didn't work
It didn't make any sense as well

It all was gone... Disappeared same as my eyes
My lips... My ears... My nose...

I am not me anymore...

When I got out of bed I tried not to wake you
It was time to go

So I got up and turned the kettle om
and grabbed a pen..



Why does poetry or letters always has to about sex?
Let them be about love, the lack of love, or no love at all...

Or about the time I was excited to meet you for the first time
Or the moment when I realized I was just with you because I feared to be alone

The time when we got drunk and it felt right to kiss you
But I didn't because it didn't feel right as well

That's how I figured it out...



A combination of tears and ink smudged the paper as I wrote down my feelings
I don't hate you, I don't! I swear...

Your heart will not believe that for sure
But it is the right thing to do

You deserve someone who truly loves you
I deserve someone I truly love

Let’s not be one of those couples that you see hurting from a distance
One of those couples you see there is something wrong but you just can’t put your finger on it

You can see it in their shadows that have a life of their own
Shadows that have coffee and kiss the other dark mess they have always been searching for



It seemed my fingers and hands had a life of their own as well
As I wrote down the last words while I took a sip of my tea

I made some winter tea in summer…

It all came back again
As soon as I closed the envelope

My eyes
My lips... My ears... My nose...

When I got out of the door I tried to clear my eyes
From some tears

And just
because it was a hard good bye


~ Winter tea in summer

Opening Reception Mono - Kromatik Praxis Arts Center.

Besides father’s day last weekend was also the opening of the group exhibition Mono - Kromatik at the Praxis Gallery and Photo Arts Center in Minneapolis Minnesota, US which I am part of with my photograph: “There was a moment when you asked me…”.

The exhibition is from June 19th until July 3rd 2021 in Minneapolis, Minnesota. In the United States.

So if you are from that area have a look around. :)

Happy father's day, dad. A letter to you...

Dear dad,

Today is father’s day… I think I have never knowingly experienced this day with you ever. I was of course three years old since you have left and went to heaven. I remember that day so vividly…

But today I am writing you a letter and will put it in the mailbox I have found in one of the so many portals I have created. It most likely will work, I am confident about that that…

Ghost stamps and spirit envelops is all a man needs.

I was thinking long and hard…

I was thinking long and hard what to write you but I just decided to go with the flow. Why not right? It is summer anyway and since a while now I have created the habit of waking up early… Don’t know where that is coming from because I used to love sleeping in. Maybe it is the result of becoming a man instead of a boy and it was supposed to happen anyway.

Anyway… I was awake at 05:00 because the suns is started to rise and I like the morning light shining on my face. Got me some coffee (It was coffee from Yemen, and it is amazing!), put up some music and just ticked away at my keyboard and sometimes taking a bite out of some crackers that miraculously made it to my face.

So what will I write to you about…

I have no idea where to start dad! Oef there so many things… From that my life is literally one of the strangest stories ever, to that I am waiting for my first large format camera. About unanswered love. Or that I was worried that friends I have made all over the world are now dealing with war which fucking sucks but I am totally powerless to do anything about it. Oh and today I am fixing my motorbike! Finally! It has been standing still for more than a year… I love riding, but too much going on which is more important to give it the proper time and attention it needs. I will sell it when it is fixed.

I don’t know man…

Life is complicated by itself already and now I have to put things into words… I am curious how you would have handled situations like this yourself. Maybe you wouldn’t even think about stuff like in that way…

Maybe were wouldn’t even be that close if you were still alive.

That is a question I ask myself a lot. My life would have been totally different if you would be still here. Or not, we of course never know. But it is a plausible scenario.

Most likely I would have never met the people that I have met and I like to believe that there is a reason why I have met all of them. And the ones that stayed, I kinda like them. Especially one. Who knows… One day I’ll introduce you to her… And I would not want to have never met them. They are amazing.

So in a strange way. It all happened for a reason and that you are not here does not mean you are not here. And I had to meet all those people.

So what more do you write in a ghost letter?

I think about another question a lot and that is who am I when the healing is done?

Healing is not only a Amsterdam hipster term used by white girls who white-wash Yoga and culturally appropriate things from the Southern Americas.

No actual healing.

I have the answer though. And the answer is: Just Cris.

And that is enough.

I have found my the things that I stand for in life. My values and norms. And they calibrate bit by bit the more you learn as a man. Same as goals, hopes, and dreams.

But also that I never give up in what I strive for.

Work my butt off.

Admit when you are wrong. And put time and energy in the ones that you love.

So I guess what I am saying, Dad. It feels that I have finally become a man. With all it’s flaws and quirks. But can genuinely say that I am happy in who I have become and who I will change into. And my photography project is not made out of pain. But meant more in the way to give it a place. I am already whole. And most importantly:

I am happy.

And in a way I have to thank you for that.

Alright dad. Gotta go. My buddy is here with his wrenches. We need to go fix some motorbike stuff.

Happy father’s day!

~ Cristian

Portrait of Tom de Haan

A while back I have taken the portrait of Tom de Haan who is the city pastor of the city of Haarlem in the Netherlands.

It took me a while to finish it because I wanted to marinade the contact sheet for a while in my mind, and at a later stage how I was going to print it.

But after getting all of that out of the way, four months later it is done.

Printed on silver gelatin Bergger fiber warmtone paper and retouched by hand. Not with photoshop of course.

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