My granddad
| I'm an economist and a CPA. My granddad wasn't. He was an artist. He didn't sing, he didn't dance, he didn't write. No, he designed and constructed wooden furniture. He was not only my granddad, but also my teacher. Saturdays I often joined him in his workshop, I handed him nails, I made glue, I sanded, I sawed and I watched when he said, “now watch me doing this”. When I became a teenager I didn't enjoy it anymore and I stopped joining him. After finishing school I went to university. Work with granddad? No way. I didn't even think about it.

Many years later, after his funeral, I was the only one who was interested in his old tools, his study books and his notebooks of his school, the 'Dordrechtsche Ambachtsschool'. I took them with me. Later I would use them. Later, because at that moment my career was far more important.

Eventually 'later' arrived. I went to France, to an old farm in the vicinity of the Pyrenees. There was space and quietness instead of stress and noise. After finishing the renovation of the house, which had not been inhabited for more then 50 years, I found those study books and notebooks again. I knew it. I had a new challenge, a career as a maker of functional wood art. Granddad, here I come.
My career started with trial and error. As a matter of fact lots of error. But slowly I started mastering this job. Now I'm in the next phase, I have my own collection of furniture. You can see it for yourself.
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