A woman in a formal white gown glances sideways, her gaze steady and her expression neutral. A set of hands – the body to whom they belong cropped from the frame – tends to the garment’s draped fabric, as if carefully fitting a wedding dress. To the rear, an older woman rests a weathered hand on the younger woman’s shoulder; the expression she wears is more sombre – a mother preparing to let go of her soon-to-be-married daughter, perhaps? Where a palette of black, w…

The Ravestijn Gallery is thrilled to announce "One of a Kind", a specially conceived exhibition to mark and celebrate the gallery’s 10 year anniversary. To reflect this unique occasion, the exhibition will bring together a selection of new and, unique and previously unseen works, each made a by a different artist the gallery represents or has worked with in the past. When, in 2012, Narda van ‘t Veer and Jasper Bode founded "The Ravestijn Gallery", they…

A woman stands turned away from us, dressed in classic black dressage pants - hair gently gathered under her helmet by a hairnet. The sleeves of her white blouse are rolled up, torso slightly arched, shoulders together. Her leather riding boots are securely grounded beneath her, preparing to confront the dark void ahead.

The Ravestijn Gallery is pleased to announce "The Salon Show", created in collaboration with Ingeborg Ravestijn Antiques and The Wunderkammer. The exhibition will show over 80 works from (all) represented and affiliated artists, hung in the style of a 17th Century salon. Today, art is often presented and seen in isolation. Galleries and museums alike still favour exhibitions that give space to individual series, and whilst it has its merits, it also has its pitfalls. Seein…

The Ravestijn Gallery is delighted to present the première of Anja Niemi’s all new series The Blow on Friday December 13th, 2019 from 5 - 7 PM, in the presence of the artist. Anja Niemi’s new, all black/white series shows an unaccompanied woman, dressed in black with a face that is turned away from the lens, driving to a solitary house in the desert. Here she trades her clothes for that of a boxer. The boxing paraphernalia builds upon the idea that each photo…

Suppose I were to tell you about this cowboy who’s not really a cowboy, not in the regular sense of the term, not in the sense that she drives cattle, or rides horses, or wears cowboy hats, not yet anyway. This cowboy is imaginary but she exists, like a sculpture trapped inside a block of marble waiting for her line of flight, waiting for the sculptor to start chiseling away at the stone. by Lena Niemi *