In the landscape of Groningen many abstract layers reveal themselves close by and far off alternately. A highly dynamic interplay of lines unfolds. Various ‘horizons’ are constantly playing with each other. A beautiful tension characterizes the landscape, full of poetry/prose, full of stories.

Land and sky meet in a dead straight line we call horizon. What is in the distance comes much closer. Nothing can hide itself. A small house in the distance cuts a stark outline against the horizon, while a lonely cyclist continues on his way.

That which lies peacefully and moves only occasionally, is not easily captured in one fleeting glance. Spectators are instantly affected by the beauty of pure peacefulness. It is a landscape in layers. There is a certain mystery that reveals itself in details. Gradually the landscape acquires more substance. As a spectator, you never fully grasp it. When one layer comes closer to you, the other seems to elude you.

To a native of Groningen, one word is often enough as it contains all that is important. In that one word he has said everything. The same goes for the landscape he inhabits. People become less exuberant, absorbing the landscape. Gazing without end, they experience the layeredness of the landscape.