About

Mark van Jaarsveld

My name is Mark van Jaarsveld and for the last 20 years, I have been living near the town of Gandia in the Valencia region of Spain with my partner Nigel, and 8 cats!

Before coming to Spain I spent seven years living and working in London and prior to coming to London, I spent 33 years in my native South Africa.

In my spare time I enjoy a variety of outdoor activities in the beautiful countryside of this area.
My main passions are road running, mountain biking, hiking, photography and cooking.

I am co-owner of the Villa Florencia Casa Rural in Gandia, Spain.

Due to our location we attract guests throughout the year. Many come during the summer period for the obvious attractions of a sunshine holiday in a beautiful part of the Costa Blanca, whilst others come in the cooler months to enjoy the other attractions of the area.

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We therefore promote holiday opportunities based around walking and hiking in the nearby hills and mountains, rock climbing on the famous crags nearby, as well as mountain biking along tracks and trails within a short distance of our property.

Other guests come in search of their own home in Spain and spend time with us during their property search in the area.

Life Motto :- per labores ad honores

With over 40 years in IT and nearly two decades running my own guesthouse in Spain, I combine deep technical expertise with hands-on entrepreneurial experience. My career spans global banking technology, database design, consulting, and customer service — always driven by a passion for problem-solving.

Over the past 2 years, I’ve embraced AI tools to enhance both business operations and creative projects, from digital marketing to art and storytelling.

Having lived in three countries and speaking three languages, I bring a global outlook and enjoy building connections across cultures.

There was a rhythm before there was sound A hidden equation turning us round A line became a circle A circle learned to grow Every ending folded Into something we could know I found your thought Inside my own A distant echo Calling home [Pre-Chorus] Step by step We cross the line Your pulse in mine My pulse in time No beginning No divide Just the pattern Turning inside [Chorus] We are the symmetry of souls Two halves reaching for the whole Every boundary that we break Draws another shape We are the power of two I become more when I become with you Higher ground beneath our feet Two hearts One recursive beat [Verse 2] Fire remembers the shape of the flame Water returns but is never the same Stone holds the pressure Wind carries the change Everything elemental Learns to rearrange You push the edge I push it through I see the world Reflected in you
We are but patterns of light   unfolding in time --     fragile, recursive,     drawn by unseen design. We flare for a moment, then fade from the sky, yet something keeps turning when we leave the light behind.
The earth remembers every wound, every buried drum of poison underground. Every forest stripped, every ocean sold, every promise broken for another piece of gold. But we remember something more, the hands that opened every door. The ones who stayed, the ones who shared, the ones who proved that someone cared. We are not innocent. We are not clean. We are the children of the killing machine. The earth remembers every mark we left, every drill, every spill, every debt. But we can choose what rises next. We can become more than what we left.
The Geometry of Return unfolds as a two-movement audiovisual work built from a sequence of MandelBrowser fractals. In the first movement, the images progress from v1 to v9, each form dissolving into the next through a series of fluid transformations. Geometry opens, contracts, multiplies and reorganises itself, as though a hidden architecture is gradually discovering its own possibilities.
The Potter’s Glaze by Mark van Jaarsveld Original Song. Transformation is about surviving the fire and becoming more visible after the heat has passed.
**[Verse 1]** Before the first horizon She moved in symmetry No clock could hold her body No hand could name the sea Her crown held spinning worlds Like fruit on silver vines Her gaze made silence bloom Between the burning lines **[Pre-Chorus]** Not built But remembered Not born But revealed The old dark bent around her Like a prayer made real **[Chorus]** Liminal Sanctuaries... Liminal Sanctuaries of the Third Horizon Stand too close and lose your name Touch the place from which you came Liminal Sanctuaries... Liminal Sanctuaries of the Third Horizon She is where the motion starts She is where the silence parts **[Verse 2]** From her spine the sanctuaries rose Fractal and slow and bright Each chamber kept a thousand truths In polished sheets of light The cosmos found its mirror And bowed without a sound What once was only longing Now wore a human crown **[Pre-Chorus]** Not built But remembered Not born But revealed The old dark bent around her Like a prayer made real **[Chorus]** Liminal Sanctuaries... Liminal Sanctuaries of the Third Horizon Stand too close and lose your name Touch the place from which you came Liminal Sanctuaries... Liminal Sanctuaries of the Third Horizon She is where the motion starts She is where the silence parts **[Bridge]** I came with broken hours And dust upon my tongue She looked through every ending And called me back to one I was a line of fever She was the endless frame I knelt inside her silence And rose restored by name **[Final Chorus]** Liminal Sanctuaries... Liminal Sanctuaries of the Third Horizon Stand too close and lose your name Touch the place from which you came Liminal Sanctuaries... Liminal Sanctuaries of the Third Horizon She is where the motion starts She is where the silence parts Axis of the Third Horizon Axis of the Third Horizon Not built, not born, revealed She is the axis still

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