My first camera
I was eight years old when, and without really knowing what was going on, I received my first Holy Communion, a day of feast, family and gifts. Today the believe is gone but I still have this one gift, a small analogue Kodak camera. It was one of favourite objects those days. And It stayed around my neck for a long time. Today I have a lot of different kinds of camera’s, some I got from friends, others I inherit from my parents but more important: photography will always stay close to me.
My first travel
When I was ten years old my parents took me and my brother on our first big trip: One month of travelling around and visiting friends in Indonesia. My Kodak camera snapped Indonesian hospitality, the Borobudur temple, rice fields on Sulawesi and boiling mud in a volcanic crater. After this travel my parents started to safe for the next. This made it possible for us to go on a big journey each two years. When I was eighteen they told me I was big enough to travel alone and, I did. From then on I used my vacations to travel to Latvia, Poland, Holland, France, Austria, Italy, Spain, Portugal, Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia, Serbia, Romania, Bulgaria, Albania, Kyrgyzstan, and Turkey, where I am at this moment, writing.
My first movie
It all happened at the desk of a friend’s dad. Alexander had the equipment and stories about film, I had the urge to make an animation. We made a cut-out alien named Boris, greeting planet Earth. It was short, cheap and relatively funny, but it cleared the way for more. I never stopped producing. Last years, I’ve made more than ten shorts, combining my experiences in photography, travels, studies and persistence.