(…) What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you.
You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good.
I want to say that—everybody knows it. (…) -VW

As I was born close to dikes, salt marshes and the Wadden sea, part of my blood seems to be salty. In my subconscious mind I’m always and strongly attracted to my place of origin. I have tried to describe in both words and images what it is that keeps pulling. What are the elements that form the connection between my specific surroundings and me as a person? In search for these elements I became aware of invisible parts, and their colours, structures and their entity.

Language can be poetic and precise, firm as a boulder, smooth and cold as glass, murmurous as battling leaves and crisp as an early morning. To me there is an important balance between the imaginary potency in the visual arts and literature.

I can drown in my relationship with the sea. Diving into the matter, I find new layers that hide other layers onto an infinite depth. The horizon always seems to be connected to a horizon outside my field of vision. Every closer looks strengthens the connection and broadens my view. Like an immeasurable bucket of water emptied on a square, my research finds its way in all directions: it evaporates, it is absorbed, it lies on the surface and it spreads. And as all water is subject to the tide: it sometimes overwhelms and sometimes seems still and reflective.