WHO AM I ?
Greetings, fellow earthlings! I'm Flowers in Dutch — but my friends just call me Maarten. I'm a 43-year-old art director creative misfit from Belgium.
My artistic journey began with graffiti (yes, I was that kid), evolved into a 15-year love affair with jungle/d’n b DJing, and finally found its home back in the realms of graphic design and 3D artistry. Nowadays I mix pixels instead of records. I've been wielding Photoshop since I was 18 and navigate Cinema 4D and Octane Render like a futuristic ninja, blending over 20 years of experience with a deep love for cyberpunk & Japanese aesthetics.
Inspired by classics like Akira and Blade Runner,and legendary artists like Moebius and Katsuhiro Otomo, I also moonlight as a robot builder—because why buy a Gundam when you can craft your own custom creation?
Last year, I’ve plunged headfirst into the world of AI.
My portfolio showcases work that merges traditional art techniques with cutting-edge digital tools. Using AI-powered platforms, I bring to life complex ideas that blend mechanical structures with organic forms, reflecting the themes I’m most passionate about. In digital composition software, I carefully layer and refine elements to create cohesive designs that spark futuristic wonder. My work invites viewers to question the future of humanity in a world rapidly shaped by technology.
I'm committed to pushing the boundaries of digital art and constantly integrating new tools into my creative process.
My hope is to inspire others to explore the endless possibilities of reimagining the relationship between humanity and the machines we build.
Let’s connect, collaborate,
and stir up some creative mischief together!
LATEST WORK
Haunted Street Chronicles: The Tsukimono Gang 憑物
At the break of dawn, in the quietest alleys of the city, the Tsukimono gang known as the
“Silent Clan” materializes, their forms slipping from shadow to light as the morning awakens.
Leading them is the Silent Ancestor, draped in white, his faceless gaze a void filled with secrets older than memory. By his side looms Oni-kami, wrapped in a vibrant orange cloak. In front of them, smaller Tsukimono—mischievous, masked figures resembling child spirits—trail along, moving with an eerie calm through the silent street, an otherworldly blend of innocence and menace.
In the early morning glow, the Silent Clan appears as an uncanny vision, a spectral gathering bound by ritual and mystery. They wander these hidden streets as if in search of something lost. It’s said that anyone who crosses their path may feel the weight of the Ancestor’s gaze, a chilling encounter that leaves a mark on the soul. As the sun rises higher, the figures begin to dissolve, retreating back into the hidden cracks of the city.
