A peek through my archive allows me to remember what a year it has been, again. It's easy to forget the details when you don't document them. Thankfully I do. This is my 2024 in review, using the b-side images that I never shared before.
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It hasn’t been easy, but I refuse to complain. Please don’t take my writing as such. I’m just observing, recording, venting—trying to make sense of it all. And the result, so far? I'm bursting with energy, sometimes.
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With the power of sheer will I carry myself to the streets, into the early-fall sun that still has surprising strength if it manages to find you. 'No ambitious workout-like plans today,' I tell myself.
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I am here to prove to people you don't need exciting city centers to make nice images, but the silence on these streets makes me almost second-guess myself. Maybe this place is actually boring...?
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"A newspaper that partly sticks out of a mailbox, a cat in the sun in someone's front garden or a lushly overgrown alley in the city. It is a selection of the photos that Mitchel Lensink (32) has taken in Amersfoort in recent years. His mission: photographing all the streets of the city."
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I have started a new photo project and each time I've told people so far, they've looked at me questioningly. I get that, but I don't think I'm crazy. Hear me out.
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'Hey, so what if I just made a painting right here on the spot so you can see what materials I use, what my process is, and I just talk you through it a little bit?' Rein casually mentions while he pours me a coffee. I look up at him: 'That's exactly what I would love you to do right now', I reply.
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Two things this week. I joined my friends of Doe Gewoon on their writing camp to photograph their process of making music. And, the moment you've all been waiting for, the winner of the fine art print giveaway is here! Let's not waste any time.
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A photo essay, two videos and a fine art print giveaway. These are not three separate newsletters.
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A good beach has white sand, they tell you. Preferably as finely grained as possible. Like a powder that's sprinkled on the edges of the land. The frosting on the cake, if you will.
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