I remember standing still in the middle of the enormous exhibition space in Brussels, probably turning a bit pale. Turned around. Mumbled: "I just realize that I forgot to take out my Polaroid camera when going through security...
Walking the long road home. Drifting the ever changing streets where the soul remains. Wandering around years of memories. In Antwerp. ...
I drove 1600 kilometers North and for 62 days an unknown place would be my home. Born in a crowded country, I wanted to find out what it would feel like to live alone and away from everything I knew, without the constant connection to...
A long drive to the cold and dark north, to be surprised by the first snow of the new season that covered autumn with a soft layer of magic. A little tribute to friendship, a life with dogs and beautiful memories. ...