Dik Kusters

As a born and raised Betuwe resident, I was quickly drawn to the beauty of the landscape. In my youth, I did not see the outer beauty; it was just part of it. Grass was grass, and a tree was for climbing. It was mainly the enormous playground where I could entertain myself after school. A utility object, then. Wandering through the muddy clay, searching for duck eggs, fishing, swimming in the Kil near Ophemert. It couldn't be better, and it would always stay that way...

Everything of value is defenseless

Everything of value is defenseless

becomes rich from touchability

and equal to everything