Carine De Leeuw °07/11/1959		A big cardboard box , the previous TV-packing, used to guarantee my privacy within the house. As a child , I used to read tons of books in it. The box becoming too small, the reading still went on. If anything has stimulated my imagination, it surely was and is litterature. A worldly aunt and an uncommon family doctor, gave me the opportunity to taste the things I had been longing for. At seventeen, I found the way to the acadamy in the next village. Kilo's of clay had been waiting for me there since years ! The teacher had the unusual habit of not taking any notice of the pupil the first two years. First you had to prove you were worth putting energy in. By persisting and getting passed the wretched pottery, stubborness would be rewarded in the end. In the meantime my verbal weakness, had sharpened my others senses. Years of observation have turned my head into an enormous storage place of images. They haunt me until I shape them into a new born sculpture. Delivered, but never for long !.