As a child, I deeply enjoyed vacationing on the Belgian and French coast. I have fond memories of endless summers. But recently, when I drove down the Belgian 67-kilometer long coastline, I saw it crammed with apartment buildings. A lot of concrete. And certainly not all of it esthetically pleasing. At least not at first sight. An interesting tension occurred between my observations and my memories.
So I went out to see if I could reveal the hidden beauty of the Belgian coast, with minimalist colors and symmetrical shapes. To pay tribute to my dear memories, but without sentiment or pronounced recognisability.
From tranquil winter landscapes consisting almost exclusively of minimalist flat surfaces, to scenes bursting with people enjoying the same coast that once left such an indelible impression on me.
Côte/Kust will hopefully be a series about discovering beauty in unexpected places. About the beauty of the past, and the beauty of today. Even when that means looking differently than you’re used to