Where I grew up my father had a dark room. A small room where I wasn’t alowed to come because of the toxics in there. I thought it was scary. But when in 1988 I moved from Nijmegen to Utrecht I took all the stuff from that room with me and placed it in the little cellar of the house where I lived with four other students. Nowadays I use photoshop and a printer and it never became more then a hobby but that it always will be. Every time I’m holding my camera it feels like I’m growing, just a little bit.