Including friends portraits: Roel, Pieter, Maurits, Mariëlle, Bas.

Partituur: Do you like me?

(clocks ticking. kitchennoises.)

Andy: Does he have an overview?

Machine: A what?

Andy: An overview.

Machine: No. There is no overwiew. Never will be, probably. It just goes on and on.

Andy: I used to read books.

Machine:  Ah… paper… books… that’s nice…

Andy: Used to like them.
Being part of something.
I could read for hours.
Remember them.
Talk about them.
He’s sitting on his sofa now.
You hear that?

Machine: What?

Andy: Children playing outside.

Machine: Ah, yes.

Andy: Will he go outside again? Taking his camera with him?

Machine: Shhh….

Andy: Watching his endless stream of pictures gives a wonderful image of this modern hectic world.

Machine: Thank you.

Andy: He has the gift to ’see’ with his camera what we see through our eyes.
His pictures are real life stories, sometimes funny, sometimes sad, but always honest.
If I look at his pictures it looks like I’m really there and see what he sees.

Machine: During a cold winter he lived in a gipsy wagon once.

Andy: Oh?

Machine: Yes. It was that cold that when he came home in the evening the milk was frozen in the bottle.
He also lived in a bamboo hut and on an old sailing ship.

Andy: I think he can resist everything.

Machine: Till six years ago he thought he would be the last man without a computer.

Andy: Amazing. Does he have friends?

Machine: Of course he has friends. He’s got hundreds of friends. They are all dear to him.
People are his specialty. What’s yours?

Andy: I like people too. I do portraits. Nature. Flowers. Skies and Costumes.

Machine: Costumes?

Andy: Yes, I like to dress people up. Put them in different settings.

Machine: Did you take lessons?

Andy: Yes, abroad. I had lessons abroad.

Machine: That’s good. When?

Andy: But they said it was better to go home again.

Machine: Oh? (laughs.) Why?

Andy: I was seventeen…

Machine: How did you know you wanted to be a photographer, at 17?

Andy: I was a teenager when my mother took me to several places like London and Egypt.
My father let me use his camera with slide film.
That gave me such a ‘reason’ to do the trips.
Otherwise vacation was terrible, now it was ok, I had a camera to hide behind.

Machine: Was it freedom?

Andy: More safety. Like a veil. A buffer.

Machine: What did you photograph?

Andy: In Egypt people. In London the street.

Machine: What was the most imporant thing you learned at the photo-school?

Andy: To forget all the technical stuff they teach because its all about what you put in the picture.
It’s the photographer that makes the picture, not the camera.

Machine: Could you take a photo of someone you hate?

Andy: No, I don’t think so. Everytime I take a photo I say: Yes.