Full empty spaces are wide landscapes, where immense mysterious spaces such as they are no longer to be found here in Belgium with its small-scale built-up plots, take shape. Spaces as a metaphor for loneliness, an open mind that sees fullness: full empty spaces. When your eye gets used to the flatness of land or water, shapes and colours start to show fine nuances. One gradually discovers countless tonalities of light and colour as on the wide water in Zeeland; contrast of light and dark, backlight as on the Scheldt in Antwerp, where the other bank, the left bank at sunset reveals a world of meanings in such an image. That lonely world with one or more figures becomes tangible, tangible, man a minuscule particle, locked up in it.
A lot of plain means a lot of air. The constantly changing or threatening light of shifting clouds, playing, reflecting on water or earth; dark evening skies over the fields, intensify the atmosphere of space, inexistence and strangeness! Air, light and water are emotionally charged figures.