Martijn van Mierlo Photography and Visual Arts

  • Home
  • Martijn van Mierlo Photography and Visual Arts

Martijn van Mierlo Photography and Visual Arts I am a photographer, filmmaker, and visual writer working on artistic and commercial work. Please do

Within the shadow of doubt I could have foundSome answers on why it must be this way.That now every new day be more dist...
24/10/2025

Within the shadow of doubt
I could have found
Some answers on why it must be this way.

That now every new day be more distant,
from the last time I could hold your hand.











Midnight stories bring me a guest,from a place where I could have stayed for tea yet instead had let myself be chased aw...
10/10/2025

Midnight stories bring me a guest,
from a place where I could have stayed for tea yet instead had let myself be chased away by retrospectively differently meant words said some other time before.
Then the morning comes ringing my ears fill up my soggy brain still so washed-up by those nightly dreams.
Speaking of tea,
pretending the need for just one glass apologetically naive, or acceptedly stare into the dark while closing the cupboard?








from birchwoodMade from the fierce fires of birchwood, she arrived with notice for an ever setting sun. .. with depth an...
19/08/2025

from birchwood

Made from the fierce fires of birchwood,
she arrived with notice for an ever setting sun. .. with depth and undeniable sense for tension,
and brought the smell of spring, books, love letters disguised in poems,
then a head on shoulder in Amsterdam midnight rain, and love making from which we can not refrain.
Her arms came soft, tender, strong, holding on, grabbing onto, her back a most beautiful landscape of serenity, while her smile arrives with a soft laughter,
a chuckle, one that can pierce the heart,
can lift a heavy soul,
weightless as she appears within morning light which had to fight its way through the curtains on an endless pillowtalk day and tight embraces,
wasn’t all that just what it was?
love?




coloursLilac a darker tintGreen of fresh spring natureBrown in there I can see my own reflectionBlue so special to youGr...
19/08/2025

colours

Lilac a darker tint
Green of fresh spring nature
Brown in there I can see my own reflection
Blue so special to you
Grey somewhere there but hiding, dyed away
Red some spots on the bed
Orange sunset in a cloud of flies
Purple sensing skirt fabric at my finger tips
White all them blossoms while your there
Black in my heart when you’re gone





sea wind stars star dustWithin the gale I hear a hymn,wind is tearing my eyes,or it’s the beach that got blown inwhat el...
19/08/2025

sea wind stars star dust

Within the gale I hear a hymn,
wind is tearing my eyes,
or it’s the beach that got blown in
what else could made us cry.
They say there are more stars in the universe
than grains of sand on earth.
So there should been enough.
Yet, when I was amazed by that shooting star,
I was to late yo wish for more
morning light in your eyes,
smell of your skin,
fresh coffee, breakfast table,
you wish for sugar with your pancakes?

For you now your gone…






Daniël, Spring 2025, Hertendom, BelgiumThank you, you beautiful soul for crossing my path in life and enlighten me, teac...
28/04/2025

Daniël, Spring 2025, Hertendom, Belgium
Thank you, you beautiful soul for crossing my path in life and enlighten me, teach me about love and life, for great talks, drinks and breakfast, marshmallows at the campfire underneath the stars and coffee with forest orchestra of birds… thank you for in inviting me to your sanctuary and showing me the light!
You’re amazing and helped me pave a new path.

















Dimphena, late winter toward early spring 2025, Hertendom, Belgium.••Thank you for being out there dear Dimphena, for fi...
12/04/2025

Dimphena, late winter toward early spring 2025, Hertendom, Belgium.
•
•
Thank you for being out there dear Dimphena, for fixing a broken wing and teach me how to fly again.
In love’s embrace I wish you more than well, enjoy your wonderful weekends with your loved ones and the special weekends at ‘t Hertendom’ with Daniël.
Hugs and love, you’re a damn bright star - Betelgeuse.
•
•




Pim, early 2025, Raamsdonksveer, the Netherlands.••You’ve been struggling through a lot, but dear Pim do know the sun al...
10/04/2025

Pim, early 2025, Raamsdonksveer, the Netherlands.
•
•
You’ve been struggling through a lot, but dear Pim do know the sun also shines for you, may this spring bring you the sunshine, rain and mental food to grow and flourish again! Be well take care beautiful soul!
•








Last picture for this series… because a new spring is awaiting and it is moving fast.•(We) Shouldn’t Have Let That Sprin...
02/04/2025

Last picture for this series… because a new spring is awaiting and it is moving fast.
•
(We) Shouldn’t Have Let That Spring Pass By.
•
the black birds,
I can’t hear them no more.
Nor do I see
morning light, on the kitchen top,
in the eyes above a steaming coffee cup.
it may still be there in a town no longer mine.
On that exit road along the malls, my heart skipped a beat or two
when I was leaving,
or was I just passing through.
atrophied heart for an inundated mind.
loquacious for all that and more.
endless treetops
tall grass dew drops
river rippling
distant night trains grinding the tracks
A howling dog, toddler shriek, drunkard lonely prattle
•
(We) Should Not Have Let That Spring Pass By
an exploration of loss and the quiet nostalgia of moments that slip away before
we truly hold them. Through images taken during the spring of 2024, the work
reflects on a life that once was, a sense of home that no longer is, and the way we
unknowingly inhabit our last times—only recognising them for what they truly
were once they have passed. Photographs and words trace shifting thoughts and
emotions across ever-changing landscapes, where spring itself mirrors such
transitions. A lost one’s hair sensing intimacy, tulips blooming on a balcony only to
be cut and fade in a vase, a dog lying, almost dissolving into darkness—a slowly
vanishing memory.
A personal memoir that speaks to something universal: how we move through life
assuming more springs will come, until one day we look back and realise that one
may have been a last.
•
•








THIS HEART A STONE••Thismy hearta stonefor youcaptured in mineralsour timenow passedlied down heaviness not to be lifted...
23/03/2025

THIS HEART A STONE•
•
This
my heart
a stone
for you
captured in minerals
our time
now passed
lied down heaviness
not to be lifted
but for
erosion
a place far more distant
from now.
•
•
•
(We) Should Not Have Let That Spring Pass By
an exploration of loss and the quiet nostalgia of moments that slip away before
we truly hold them. Through images taken during the spring of 2024, the work
reflects on a life that once was, a sense of home that no longer is, and the way we
unknowingly inhabit our last times—only recognising them for what they truly
were once they have passed. Photographs and words trace shifting thoughts and
emotions across ever-changing landscapes, where spring itself mirrors such
transitions. A lost one’s hair sensing intimacy, tulips blooming on a balcony only to
be cut and fade in a vase, a dog lying, almost dissolving into darkness—a slowly
vanishing memory.
A personal memoir that speaks to something universal: how we move through life
assuming more springs will come, until one day we look back and realise that one
may have been a last.
•
•








(We) Shouldn’t Have Let That Spring Pass By.•the black birds,I can’t hear them no more.Nor do I seemorning light, on the...
14/03/2025

(We) Shouldn’t Have Let That Spring Pass By.
•
the black birds,
I can’t hear them no more.
Nor do I see
morning light, on the kitchen top,
in the eyes above a steaming coffee cup.
it may still be there in a town no longer mine.
On that exit road along the malls, my heart skipped a beat or two
when I was leaving, or was I just passing through.
atrophied heart for an inundated mind.
loquacious for all that and more.
endless treetops
tall grass dew drops
river rippling
distant night trains grinding the tracks
A howling dog, toddler shriek, drunkard lonely prattle
•
(We) Should Not Have Let That Spring Pass By
an exploration of loss and the quiet nostalgia of moments that slip away before
we truly hold them. Through images taken during the spring of 2024, the work
reflects on a life that once was, a sense of home that no longer is, and the way we
unknowingly inhabit our last times—only recognising them for what they truly
were once they have passed. Photographs and words trace shifting thoughts and
emotions across ever-changing landscapes, where spring itself mirrors such
transitions. A lost one’s hair sensing intimacy, tulips blooming on a balcony only to
be cut and fade in a vase, a dog lying, almost dissolving into darkness—a slowly
vanishing memory.
A personal memoir that speaks to something universal: how we move through life
assuming more springs will come, until one day we look back and realise that one
may have been a last.
•
•
















(We) Shouldn’t Have Let That Spring Pass By.•the black birds,I can’t hear them no more.Nor do I seemorning light, on the...
03/03/2025

(We) Shouldn’t Have Let That Spring Pass By.
•
the black birds,
I can’t hear them no more.
Nor do I see
morning light, on the kitchen top,
in the eyes above a steaming coffee cup.
it may still be there in a town no longer mine.
On that exit road along the malls, my heart skipped a beat or two
when I was leaving, or was I just passing through.
atrophied heart for an inundated mind.
loquacious for all that and more.
endless treetops
tall grass dew drops
river rippling
distant night trains grinding the tracks
A howling dog, toddler shriek, drunkard lonely prattle
•
(We) Should Not Have Let That Spring Pass By
an exploration of loss and the quiet nostalgia of moments that slip away before
we truly hold them. Through images taken during the spring of 2024, the work
reflects on a life that once was, a sense of home that no longer is, and the way we
unknowingly inhabit our last times—only recognising them for what they truly
were once they have passed. Photographs and words trace shifting thoughts and
emotions across ever-changing landscapes, where spring itself mirrors such
transitions. A lost one’s hair sensing intimacy, tulips blooming on a balcony only to
be cut and fade in a vase, a dog lying, almost dissolving into darkness—a slowly
vanishing memory.
A personal memoir that speaks to something universal: how we move through life
assuming more springs will come, until one day we look back and realise that one
may have been a last.
•
•








Address

421 8th Avenue

10001

Website

Alerts

Be the first to know and let us send you an email when Martijn van Mierlo Photography and Visual Arts posts news and promotions. Your email address will not be used for any other purpose, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Shortcuts

  • Want your business to be the top-listed Media Company?

Share

Photography, videography and visual arts

Anything related to video- and photography, from organisation, to post-production and presentation. Both printed and all kinds of video techniques. Non of that is alien to me! You can hire me for making a photoshoot or (documentary) film of your wedding or other special events. I also make living (video) portraits of your loved ones. This ranges from short video portraits to full films including narrated parts, which can be either interview or storytelling, voice over, any kind. All to make sure I create the best memory possible for you! Beside these services as a photographer and filmmaker I also sell art prints, in unique and signed editions as well unlimited editions. My body of work ranges from (family) portraits, products, objects & details, architecture and interior, to more personal poetic based work such as my projects ‘Flow’ and ‘In Search of a Sublime Blue’ and many more. Currently I am working on a body of landscape works which I mainly produce in the Alps, where I am living and working at the moment. For more info contact me and check out my Portfolio. Thank you and let’s meet soon!