Vroman Foundation Projects

• Vroman Biography (2025, anticipated)
• Saying Hi and Goodbye artwork Gouda, 2021
• Vroman Bench, Utrecht 2018
• Jan van Eyck Vroman Fellows
  • Maud van den Beuken (2022)
  • David Habets (2020)
  • Ilya Fedotov-Fedorov (2018)
• Hoe Mooi Alles (play; 2015-2017)
• Jeroen Henneman Leo Vroman sculpture, Gouda 2015
• Hoe Mooi Alles (book; 2015)

Documentaries

Worlds (‘Werelden’), made by VF board member Jetske Spanjer, was first broadcast in 1995 by IKON, to commemorate Leo’s 80th birthday. Click here or on the photograph for short clips from the documentary (about 10 minutes).

The Human network broadcast the documentary ‘Sometimes love lasts forever’ by Ike Bertels (‘Soms is liefde eeuwig’) In June 2009. A wonderful piece about Tineke and Leo and their life in Fort Worth, Texas, USA. Click here or on the photograph to see the whole documentary (about 35 minutes).

The mini documentary about Leo and Tineke Vroman from the VPRO is also worth watching, it is from the series On the Nightstand (Op het Nachtkastje; about 5 minutes) from March 2010.

Interviews with Leo and Tineke by Peggy Vroman-Gracy

Below are a series of interviews with Leo and Tineke (2009), archived at the University of Texas San Antonio Libraries, Oral Histories Collection

• Interview with Leo and Tineke (Georgine) Vroman Part 1 of 4, 03-21-2009
• Interview with Leo and Tineke (Georgine) Vroman Part 2 of 4, 03-21-2009
• Interview with Leo and Tineke (Georgine) Vroman Part 3 of 4, 03-20-2009
• Interview with Leo and Tineke (Georgine) Vroman Part 4 of 4, 03-21-2009

Vroman works set to music

De vogel in mijn borst: Frans van Deursen zingt Leo Vroman (2015)

Vuist Boven de Grond: Bart Hoevenaars (2019)

Vrede: Maurits Westerik (vara uitzending, 2013)

Vrede: Hanna Levy (2008)

Encounters with Peace: Hanna Levy (2008)

Leo Vroman; Voor wie dit leest (1979 and 1994) Mies de Heer, Henk Batenburgh, Antonie Oomen

Unpublished Works

Unpublished works by Tineke Vroman

Texas in November 

It was a sea once, this vast plain of winter grass. 

Heavy clouds still weigh down like water 

on the dry landscape divided by brush oak, 

that keeps going beyond the horizon. 

Early dusk, wooden houses along the road 

are dimly lit, but in the dark back yard 

works, legs spread wide like a beast with long neck 

and head that nods, the homeowner’s oil pump. 

The house in the town where we sleep stands also 

surrounded by dead grass, straw-colored weeds, 

on the plain that once was a sea. We go walking 

and pause, a bird of prey sails higher and higher. 

We go on to where the river has dug 

its gorge. Dark red earth and in those walls, 

fossilized shells. And then they are everywhere, 

on the path, in the grass. A primordial shore.