Portofolio

A line is a dream that takes you to a destination
— Kenzië Meynaerts

Drawings & Sketches

A pencil sketch of a person in profile with closed eyes, tousled hair, and a serene expression.
Hand-drawn pencil portrait of a young male with wavy hair, intense eyes, and a serious expression.
A pencil sketch of a young girl with curly hair styled in two buns, featuring prominent front teeth, slightly parted lips, and expressive eyes.

Model

The mirror to the soul are the eyes
— Kenzië Meynaerts
A drawing of a man sitting bare-chested on a chair, with one arm resting on his hip and the other hanging down. The background consists of various newspaper and magazine clippings. The scene is rendered in muted tones with a focus on the man's figure.

De opzichter (2025) 70×50 cm

The “soul of a model” is not something you can literally see, but something you try to approach. It is that elusive point where presence, attitude, light and emotion come together, even before the image exists, and sometimes only becomes visible when the image has already been made.

When you want to represent that soul as well as possible on paper, in clay or in photography, you are actually searching for something that cannot be fixed in place: a tension between the outside and the inside. It is not about perfection or resemblance, but about truth in feeling. A slightly uneven gaze, a tension in the hands, a silence in the face, these are often the moments in which someone becomes truly present in the work.

In clay, that soul becomes tangible and slow, as if thoughts gain weight. On paper, it becomes a trace, a line that hesitates and searches. In photography, it becomes a fraction of a second in which everything aligns without being controlled.

The philosophy behind it is that as a maker you are not capturing something, but meeting something. The model is not an object to reproduce, but a presence that briefly reveals itself. The image that results is never the soul itself, but an echo of it, a translation into material.

And perhaps the core lies exactly there: the closer you try to get, the more you realize that the soul cannot be possessed. Only approached.

Kenzië Meynaerts Ceusters
02/08/2026

werk zonder naam
21×29,7CM

De laatste herinnering
50×70CM

Year 2025

De wachter
70×50CM

Year 2024

De verloren jeugd 70×50CM

Year 2015

Year 2025

voorstudie (2024) 29x42cm

Studie
29×42cm

Year
2024

Model
29×42 cm

Year
2016

Year
01/01/0001

Wachten op de dood
70×50cm

Year
2024

Set

Between Skin and Silence - diptiek 70X50cm

Year
2025

Year
2025

Erosie van het zijn (70×60cm) - diptiek

Wat niet gezegd wordt (2025) 42×59 cm - diptiek

De lagen van het zijn (21×29,7cm) diptiek

Year 2024

De Zachtheid van Herinneringen (70×50cm) - diptiek

Year 2025

Liegen zult ge (2025) 70×50cm - diptiek

Contouren

29×42cm (2024)

A contour is merely a boundary between presence and emptiness. It reveals where a body ends, but not where a person begins.

The soul cannot be drawn. It cannot be captured in lines or shadows. Yet every body speaks a silent language. A slumped shoulder, averted eyes, a searching posture... each bears traces of what words so often conceal.

Perhaps we will never know who the portrayed person truly is. Yet within that simple contour, we recognize something of ourselves. Not because we know the other, but because every human being, however anonymous, carries a story that reaches far beyond what is visible.

Een contour is slechts een grens tussen aanwezigheid en leegte. Ze toont waar een lichaam eindigt, maar niet waar een mens begint.

De ziel laat zich niet tekenen. Ze laat zich niet vangen in lijnen of schaduwen. Toch spreekt ieder lichaam een stille taal. Een gebogen schouder, een afgewende blik, een zoekende houding... ze dragen sporen van wat woorden vaak verbergen.

Misschien zullen we nooit weten wie de geportretteerde werkelijk is. Maar in die eenvoudige contour herkennen we iets van onszelf. Niet omdat we de ander kennen, maar omdat iedere mens, hoe anoniem ook, een verhaal met zich meedraagt dat verder reikt dan wat zichtbaar is.

Birds

Every bird wants to learn how to fly.

From the moment it is born, that desire already lives within.

And yet... there is fear.

Fear of spreading its wings.
Fear of falling.
Fear of failing.

Most of the time, that fear is nothing more than an illusion.
Only when we dare to leap do we discover that we were meant to fly.

But... is that always true?

Sometimes the fall is real.
Sometimes a wing gets broken.

And yet, it is not the birds that never fall who fly the farthest—
it is those who find the courage to rise again after every fall.

Watercolour

Self-portraits

My pencil and music are the voice that would otherwise go unheard.
— Kenzië Meynaerts
A sketch of a clown with a red nose, wearing a tall hat with a red band, making a playful pose, with one arm extended and the other holding a trumpet or similar instrument.

Conceptual Works

Time will reveal what needs to be done
— Kenzië Meynaerts

Sculptures