Images from a Belgian Diary (2003-2012)

The few dozen photographs from this series were taken mainly in and around Brussels. They tell a very personal story of the past and present of my country of origin. They reveal interiors, places and landscapes that feel like home to me. In their soft and melancholy tone, the photographs probably exude nostalgia. There is a sense of time that goes by, but then again, as Hugo Claus wrote in "The Last Bed", time goes by only for us, in itself it does not exist. How far does my nostalgia go back? Maybe to this Winter morning in the early 1960s, when I was standing on a platform at Brussels Midi train station, holding my mother's hand and watching this man in a dark grey coat, standing all by himself at the front end of the platform, looking down at the tracks, 'lost' in his thoughts: the great Jacques Brel.

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