I remember that as a child I walked with my mother and held her hand. I saw a lot of legs as I hurried and I anticipated that special moment, waiting for me there in the center of the city.
There it was, just standing patiently in the middle of Hilversum. A sculpture made of copper. His shape was a small horse, a pony. The back of bronze was shiny and smooth, many children could only reach the bottom. Suddenly I was high and I could look down on people walking by.
I introduced myself in the center of the universe. Sculpture, a moment of silence, this feeling has never left me.