Doctor Atomic

For Stichting LustrumOpera’s production of Doctor Atomic (Adams) I created visual stage projections in accordance with director Wim Trompert’s vision.

Photos: Ben van Duin & Marco Borggreve
directed by Wim Trompert
Stage design by Eric Goossens
Costumes by Martijn Kramp


Dive into a hazy autumn morning.

I can’t get enough of my Lumix camera and the vintage Canon lens I use it with. Waking up one early November morning I found the world shrouded in fog – before I knew I rushed outside with my camera towards the local forest. The result is as mysterious as it is tranquil, almost meditative, video and soundtrack.

Life in Autumn

In the golden hour of autumn, I went out to capture the beautiful colors and ambience with a vintage Canon lens from the 80’s. The result is truly spectactular.

Videography, color grading and editing by me. The video is accompanied by a new piece of music which finds a home in my Lifelines project.


During my travels this summer I visited the Isle of Skye. A breathtaking place, unwordly even, unlike any other. In an effort to portray this beauty I made a video and a soundtrack entitled “Skye”. Available on all major music download and streaming services!

The Isle of Skye. It feels like they took Scotland and boiled all its beauty down and put it on a seperate island. It’s one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been. The island has been overrun by tourism in recent years: day trippers driving their car up to the famous landmarks, taking pictures, and leaving again. Lucky for the adventurous people among us – you’ll find solitude off the beaten path. Well, off the tarmac, that is. The Isle of Skye is home to the aptly named Skye Trail, a rural multi-day hike that takes you from one end of the island to the other.

As crowded as the roads were – so lonely and solemn was the trail. There were days I’d run into only one person going the other way. We’d exchange hello’s and inform eachother about the state of the trail up ahead. There’s something peaceful about the whole ordeal; on the trail the only world that exists is the world you can see and feel. A beautiful yellowish-green landscape of rolling hills with the occasional cliff and sudden outburt of rocks.

I left heavily packed – it was my first long solo trip. Not only that, I’d be wildcamping (my first time ever) and my food allergies mean I need to be prepared for the full trip. My backpack weighed in at a hefty 16kg. I left home with a feeling of doubt – I came back in euphoria. What I thought of as the hardest trip I’d ever make turned out to be one of the most satisfying and rewarding journeys of my life till date.

I packed my camera and came back with my camera filled with video material and a soundtrack written in my head. They boiled down scotland and made it into the Isle of Skye. I took the Isle of Skye and boiled it down to a video.

NSO – tour video

For the Dutch Student Orchestra (NSO) I made an informative video explaining their renewed tour planning.

De Man die afdreef op de Zee

A man wakes up on the air mattress he fell asleep on. He’s no longer on the beach – he drifts on the open sea. No land in sight. He encounters no-one, only his own fears, desires and deamons.

“De Man die afdreef op de Zee” tells the story of someone waking up in the middle ocean and is part of a three-part opera I’m writing together with Elea Bekkers. Written for chamber orchestra, one singer and an air mattress and with a playtime of around 20 minutes, this compact monodrama takes the audience on a journey through mental and phsysical heartship.

The following are excerpts from the piece, sung by Elea Bekkers.

“Overal water…
De zo vertrouwde witte lijn van zand… een zee van blauw?”

“Water, everywhere…
The familiar trusted line of sand… A sea, of blue?”

“Help… Ik drijf af… Op de zee”

“Help… I’m drifting off… off at sea”

Wiegen van het Luchtbed

“Swaying of the inflatable Mattress”

“Als ik het ruisen van de zee ontken, hoor ik het verre wuiven van de bomen.”

“When I deny the constant rustling of the sea, I hear the distant swaying of the trees.”

“Hoe ik hem haatte! Stijve koude dood! Barre, starre dood!”

“How I hated him! Stiff, cold death! Barren, rigid death!”

“Hij lokt, hij jokt, hij wiegt, hij liegt, hij wrijft en verwerpt!

“He lures, he jesters, he sways, he grates and discards!”