As a child I remember he was "trade hopping" from painting to ceramics and experimenting with dying with vegetal material.
At a very young age I was put beside the privet hedge with a small pair of scissors around my neck to trim the leaves. These
leaves were added to a rusty nail and this made nice green wool in a lovely yet filthy color.
When I was about 4 or 5 years old, I had to pose for a portrait, in the large studio in our first farm house at the Hereweg
in Schoorl. It is an oil- painting, not very good but typical for the atmosphere of those days.
At the time my father made glass
leaded windows. I was allowed to join him during a commission, where we went on the motorbike. At the time it seemed to me like a long