Although some of my work suggests the opposite I am a photorealist at heart. Photography in my view is the purest art form achievable. The true photographer creates his images with minimal alienation; his artistic means are limited to the selection of one frame and one split second out of the reality surrounding him at a certain place and time. With just that (plus the necessary technical skills) he has to create an image of depth and beauty.  In comparison, the painter, the sculptor or writer dispose of near unlimited means of alteration, they can manipulate reality at free will, change colors, forms, make abstractions and combine things improbable, like King Louis the 14th in a Cadillac Fleetwood.

My unease as regards manipulation may sound conflicting when looking at some of my pictures, like the abstract forms and patterns created by close-up or microscopic images of rocks, minerals, fossils, plants, organisms, chemical compounds, or other materials, like textile, (scrap) metals and details of machinery or construction. To me however these images are all realistic, I record what I see, be it through a microscope, a magnifying glass or through my bare, but very own, eyes.