TO THE HAND
ON MY SHOULDER
They didn’t come with plans.
They listened.
I recognized their silences
To create, yes.
We never rushed.
And this connection?
ART ACCOMPANIES ME IN SILENCE.
I collect to build myself an inner landscape,
Each chosen piece reminds me of who I am,
It is never mere decoration,
SOFA 01 — Light beige linen
A NEED FOR AIR.
FOR REAL THINGS.
Wood. Stone. A moving leaf.
It soothes. It brings you back.
OBJECTS?
They know. They speak in the hand. Without words.
THEY CALM. THEY PERSIST.
THEY ENDURE.
THERE ARE FORMS THAT SOOTHE.
A perfect curve, a void in the right place,
and everything breathes.
I seek balance, a silent presence.
NOTHING SPECTACULAR.
JUST A GENTLE CERTAINTY,
THAT SETTLES IN WITHOUT SOUND,
AND STAYS.
AROMATIC CANDLE 01
A BOOK WAITS,
SILENT,
ALIVE.
I don’t read to learn,
but to get closer to myself,
or to forget myself a little.
BOOKS SOOTHE,
SHIFT,
AND QUIETLY ILLUMINATE.
They open inner doors,
where words know how to fall silent.
WIND. LEAVES.
MURMUR.
Echo. Bark. Distance.
Water. Breath. Clarity.
Bird. Silence. Soothing.
THE WAY I BUILD
Born in Lokeren in Belgium in 1962.
Studies in Ghent, at Sint-Lucas.
Architecture. Interiors. Objects.
Clarity.
Today, over forty souls unite each day.
Awards don’t tell stories,
Flemish Culture Prize.
Anno domini 2016, artistic director at Molteni&C.
Always faithful to material, to craft, to the intimate.
Tomes tell his story.
exists elsewhere.
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