Born in Bruges, Belgium 1952
Belgian Painter and sculptor
A burst of scarlet through shiny blue
His gaze set upon beauty
His smile pure
His hands catching fire
His arms bearing gifts
His heart, his soul
His eyelashes gracious wings
And on his back,
The sorcerer’s cloak
He must be an artist …
Nicko is a mild-mannered man who leaves no-one indifferent.
For forty years, he has devoted himself unconditionally, dutifully
and meticulously to the restoration of paintings.
Seven years ago, he could no longer resist the urge to create art himself.
The “art gene” he had carried for many years like a jewel
Was finally able to break out.
Creativity, energy and power have conquered his dreams.
Having restored art for many years, he has the skills and
Knowledge about the layers of which materials consist.
He controls the interplay of shapes, materials, pigments and
Light waves to the rhythm of his emotions.
He sees and foresees the way colours clash, dominate or harmonise,
Where shadows lurk.
This expertise is the foundation of his current work.
He has the eyes of a painter
And the hands of a sculptor.
Tine, his enchanting wife, is always there to inspire him
With passion and enthusiasm.
When he gave a new lease of life to works by Ensor or Cézanne,
He felt great satisfaction,
BUT THIS IS NEW PAIN
THE PAIN OF HAPPINESS
He begins a work chaotically.
Without a sketch or rough draft he loses himself in emotion,
The glittering of longing…
He loves avidly. He gives greedily.
When MAX RICHTER, BILLIE HOLIDAY AND BLACK SABBATH fade away,
he is completely absorbed in “the work”.
The painting becomes animate.
Waves overlap like scales.
Wounded wings turn to stone.
Scarlet bursts through shiny blue.
Tears of resin capture the light.
It breathes colour.
And anyone who’s touched by it, experiences the magic.
His eyes catch fire
His hair turns blue
His gaze, his soul
His smile bearing gifts
His hands work magic
His arms are full of beauty
His heart is pure
His eyelashes a gracious grey
And on his back,
The artist’s wings.