Serengeti Blues

Once a pristine and unique ecosystem, the Serengeti in Tanzania, where many animals live, meet and breed. Balanced, rich and telling the storing of our planet from ancient times on.

Now the immense grasslands (green) are step by step disturbed by more tourist roads (white), system boarders (black) and settlings (red). It is increasingly coming under pressure. This unique ecosystem is literally cut into pieces. An art expression.


Kruf, J.P. (2021) Serengeti Blues [fine art print]. Breda, Private collection.

The tree is dead, long live the tree!

“Trees are the main players in the Empire of the Sun.” This is what friend Roelof Oldeman told me several months ago, driving at walking speed through the forests of the Veluwe. He continued: “We should consider them as such and treat them with grace, dignity and respect. Without them we will be lost.” What a wisdom.

 As we know, many trees and forests are under immense pressure due to human expansion with related not that so good governance and management. We need to remind ourselves – also called ‘hope’, i.e.  the idea of inner connection and involvement –  that nature is bigger than us: the tree is dead, long live the tree!

In Deadvlei these proud acacia’s still stand. They are believed to have died 600–700 years ago, due to change in river flow, drifting sand dunes and medieval climate changes. They are silent reminders of the noble thoughts and considerations of my dear friend. This one I found in my notebook from our travels through Namibia in 2003 and repainted it.


Kruf, J.P. (2022) The tree is dead, long live the tree! [fine are print]. Breda: Private collection.


What a beauty it is, the Morus bassinus L.: the Northern gannet or Jan-van-Gent (NL) or Fou de Bassan (F) or Basstölpel (D) or Alcatraz atlántico (E). I like this diversity of names, showing how differently the bird is perceived in trait, behaviour, habitat or niche.

The scala of names given to one species – this is in fact throughout the complete domains of fauna, flora and fungi – underlines the cultural differences between folk and country. And that is good. It broadens the understanding of the essence of living beings. It is good to have Carl Linnaeus for the common understanding.

This bird dives with a speed up to 190 km/hr into the sea, to catch what it needs to live and prosper. What a focus. And the colours. Oh, those colours. Almost art. I found the drawing from my notebook on our way (with my girls) to Scotland in 2005. On the ferry we witnessed a rain of arrows falling from the sky. Quite a spectacular view.

Kruf, J.P. (2022) Jan-van-Gent [fine art print]. Breda: private collection.

Through woven woods

Every day I read a million news articles, I listen to a million talk shows, I watch a million documentairies, I scan a million scientific publications, I receive a million social media messages, I think about a million promises by our leaders, I see a million best pictures, I learn about a million frameworks, methods and models, I see a million pictures of happy people at a million conferences with a million of flowers, certificates, honours and medals, I cry a million tears for them dying from poverty and hunger, I wonder about a million leafs falling again and again and I keep a million hopes alive.

I sit quietly beside Frodo on the floor of the deep forest after Galadriel has left us. I listen to a million echoes around me and just wonder about the world and what to do next.

Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.

– J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings.


Picture: Kruf, J.P. (2019) Snow Forest [fine are print]. Breda: Private collection.

Camouflage in the city

© Jack Kruf (2018) Camouflage in the city [fine art print]. Breda: Private collection. 

This palette of colour and construction finds its base in the combination of government regulation, the use of different materials, the progressive insights in and possibilities for the creation of new infrastructure to ease living.

The personal colour touch of the owner of this house in the centre of the City of Verona makes it almost a work of art. Camouflage in the city.

Desert view

Our adventure across the Namibian Sossusvlei resulted in the wisdom that no place in the desert is actually the same. Every valley has its own colour palette and architecture. The high sand dunes can sometimes reach up to 325 meter, as high as the Eiffel Tower. What an impressive place to be, the desert.

Wind, gravitation, water and light of sun and moon wash the sands, day and night, century in, century out. A continuous process of rearrangement and movement. In fact the sand grains are always on the run. I found these colours and curves.


Kruf, J.P. (2022) Desert view. Breda: private collection.

Towards the Sun

Sailing towards the sun can be a quite challenging experience. But it is worth doing so, from the shadows and the rain towards a more convenient place. Literally and metaphorically. For that, above all, you need that driving combination of conviction and craftsmanship. You have to have guts. And above you need a boat.

A plan will help you, but much more important is the action itself, that state of actually doing it, of going into an adventure. And of course you need to know about the moon and the stars, the water, the tides, the currents and the wind. And you need to know all about your own strengths and weaknesses. Outer and inner world meet in success, always.

In fact it is about the ability to navigate, that constant peddling between knowing where you are, where you want to be and what to do. Let’s go, towards the sun.


Kruf, J.P. (2022) Towards the Sun [fine art print]. Breda: private collection.

Un Paisaje Icónico

© Jack Kruf (2005) Un Paisaje Icónico [fine art print]. Breda: Private collection.

After the harvest this Carmona landscape turns into an iconic landscape. The yellow path is astonishing and almost adventurous, cutting through the elegant curves of the hills. The palette of colours is dreamy. At the same time it is realistic: the picture shows us just as it is in this time of the year, no more, no less.

More so there is a this in-depth perspective, here from ecological point of view, leading to the idea that this photo should ring all alarm bells on how we treat our earth by cultivating it as systemic deserts, but then without any life other than the agricultural products.

Corrosion of hope

It is a process of gradual decline of the original, corrosion. Due to air, moisture, chemicals and temperature – most in combination – the interaction between the original material leads to a completely news set or palette of oxides. They are of a ‘lower’ alloy, chemically speaking.

Let us take it as a metaphor. That of hope for a better world as pristine light blue. The social pressure cooker of politics and drives towards destruction of some autocrats causes new ‘molecule’ connections on the board of hope with new colours that take over.

Corrosion of hope on ethical or moral values seems to be emerging in the present time frame. This is how it could look like.


Kruf, J.P. (2022) Corrosion [fine art print] Breda: Private collection.

Door Palette

© Jack Kruf (2021) Door Palette [fine art print]. Breda: Private collection.

A bus stop actually can deliver a surprising palette of colours and materials. Here in the city of Breda (my city). Great design: wood, polyester and metal form this unique combination. The light brown, gray and silver palette is clean, neat and organised. It is interacting with the evening light.


After the loss of a dear friend some weeks ago, I imagined with my pencils this path for him. A stairway in a pristine white setting under an azure blue sky.A path to heaven, there he will arrive soon. He has all the love, care and involvement certificates to be accepted. Of that I am sure. A path to eternity it will be.

He already did pass the gate. I look upwards to it and see the blue sky. He is gone. I knew him. He was my friend. He is within the heart, within the soul.


Kruf, J.P. (2022) Path [fine art print]. Breda, The Netherlands: Private collection.


I love this bird. The robin has beautiful colours. Its orange is dazzling. It lives with wife and children (temporary) in our garden. Companions at home. This summer, the family was part of our household. So far from my perspective and my charcoal pencils.

The present news about dictators, autocrats (on all levels) and democratic power houses brings me to another dimension of this bird. It is of course a personal association, in moments becoming a metaphor.

From ecological point of view the robin is relevant in the food chain. Itself it is a fierceless predator of insects and worms. Hm. Defends its territory with all its focus and effort. It does all what is necessary for that.

I recognise this behaviour in the world of power and influence (as Machiavelli described the world of ‘politics’), reading through today’s headlines – in all sizes, forms and capacities.

What helps in my idea, is the fact that the robin (and with all associations attached) is eaten by owls (wisest of all), buzzards (honest birds), hawks (masters of the wood) and falcons (actors of balance). The circle of life is hard but gives hope. I still love this bird.


Kruf, J.P. (2022) Robin [fine art print]. Breda: private collection.