In India my paintings almost always referred to the walls with which people tried to demarcate their own territory. The public used them to paste all kinds of messages, posters of Hindi films and election slogans. Sometimes a part of a wall served as an altar. The Untouchables stuck cow dung to walls and let it dry and then use it as building material and fuel. Walls acted as mirrors of the street. The light in India had a special yellow-orange glow and usually mixed with the dust from the sandy roads and the smoke of burnt dirt.

Before moving to New Delhi, I had already been to the State of Gujarat for three months. That trip made a deep impression on me, which I captured in a series of watercolours and woodcuts.

I also wrote a book 'Toen ik Ramabhai was' (When I was Ramabhai) - An unforgettable journey through Gujarat (stories and woodcuts, 124 pages, Dutch, hardcover). How do rich and poor live side by side in Gujarat, India in 1986? How are they married off? How do people endure their fate? How do they experience their faith in gods? How do they survive? These are serious questions. I wrote about them in a light-hearted tone. There are still a few copies available. It can be purchased for € 18, please contact me.

New Delhi 1990 - 1992