Three hundred kilos of corroding iron, 15 mm thick and as flat as a coin, wait in front of my large hydraulic press and my cutting torch, like a painter’s empty canvas, or the empty screen in front of a writer. It is at this very moment that my imagination takes shape and I light my torch.
Each facet of my sculpture achieves its form as I patiently work towards the end result. I sculpt with a forging hammer and paint with my cutting torch – a pure way of working.
My workshop on the wharf in Heusden stimulates creation on a large scale. From the moment I arrive in the morning, the clanging of hammers and the wail of grinders become my ringtones.”
