I am visiting the Wattenmeer (mud flats) where I grew up.

Walking along the dyke at low tide as a child, I learned to appreciate nature’s different hues and textures of grey.


The rich life in the mud attracts seagull and naturalists alike.

In the early 80ties, I discovered about Richard Estesphotorealism. I looked at the colors of concrete, steel and mirrors in his paintings and then recognized and reveled in the same wealth of grey hues in NYC.

Did where you played as a child also influence your taste in art?