A brief disclaimer:

Please note that this website is a living, breathing entity. Due to the endless stream of ideas, memories, and work from my life, it might well remain 'under construction' forever. This place is a labyrinth by design; standard laws of navigation and user experience do not apply here. If you happen to lose your way in the maze, just keep your head above water and enjoy the drift.

 

Hi,

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Music I once heard can remain hidden for years. An image, a sound, an event (something I once saw or heard and thought I had long forgotten) can suddenly resurface. Many of my memories turn out to be closely connected to music. Maybe that’s because they’re not just about what happened, but also about how it felt. Music seems to glue a feeling to an event.

Sometimes, just a few notes can take me back to a place I once knew or a moment from long ago. Before I know it, a memory has found its way into a piece I’m composing now.

 

You might think that all this digging around in memories betrays a longing for the past. Ok, maybe to some extent it does.

But throughout my life, I’ve used art and music to try to make sense of my life and the things that have happened to me. To bring some order to it all, arrange things, make compositions and reach that point where I can say: this feels right, this makes sense (for the time being…).

 

Along the way, I’ve created a metaphorical place for myself where I feel safe and at home. It’s here that I’ve gradually learned to trust my instincts more and more, to follow my own ideas without knowing where they might lead.

Somehow, they turn into something I could never have planned beforehand. At its best, a piece of music seems to emerge on its own when I’m creating in a kind of trance. Call it being open to whatever happens. Because whenever a piece is finished, I still think (and I thank God for that): “How the hell did that just happen??” I’m not necessarily trying to get to the bottom of the mystery of “creation”.

 

Maybe this website works in much the same way. In a sense, you, the reader, viewer or listener are right in the middle of that creative process. Consider that a small excuse for the chaos here and there.

So, it's possible you might catch a tiny fish, only to pierce one of its eyes with a hook far too large.

Then somehow, through my father’s cremation, you might find yourself going from Bach to Zappa. All I’m saying is, things can take unexpected turns. They can even drown... just like eight-year-old Bart.

 

You know, the more I look back, the more I realise how much of my life I’ve spent trying to make sense of it all. But as long as I can keep my head above water, I can look around and start putting things together. So, as you explore, connections may emerge that even I hadn’t noticed before. Others may remain hidden, or may have drowned. The more I try to put things in place, the more I discover that nothing stays in place for long. One thing leads to another, and the whole thing keeps moving. In that sense, I’m quite happy to keep drowning in what is here and now, and in what came before, because somehow it all belongs together.

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How to wander around here:

To be clear, this website isn’t meant to be a collection of individual works, but a place where I try to connect one thing with another. Some connections are obvious, others less so. Sometimes I only discover them myself in retrospect. There is no fixed order or required route.

You can explore this place in a few different ways:

• Start with the present: Find out what I’m working on right now under Work & Projects.

• Dive into the past: Go back in time through the Archive to discover the early connections between memories and music.

• Follow the 'Polaroids': Scattered across the site, you will see individual images, these are the untitled memories.

• Feel free to click or tap on them. They set things in motion: an image leads to music, music brings back a memory, and that memory brings something else to mind.

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P.S. All archive photographs are original. Only the colouring has been done with the help of AI. Memories may be hazy and fluid, but never black and white.

All other images are created through good old-fashioned Photoshopping.

 

 

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