During my search for the reality of life,
I discover a brothel in Amsterdam.  
While discussing the project I hope to set in motion, the owner says:

“Then you need to come and work here, build up trust with the girls. Only then will you be able to understand and draw a map about this life.”

I work nine months as assistant manager.  
Trust is established and I begin to photograph the rooms after the deed is accomplished. This is the nerve center of the brothel. I notice my photos contain more than the room alone. They capture the way life in a brothel is lived. 

As soon as a click is made between the girl and a client, the price paid and the key received, a new reality emerges.  For one hour both are transported from daily life into a small isolated intimate space.  The sole constant element is the ticking of the clock. When time is up, everything reverts back to the ordinary.  Sheets are changed, a skirt is straightened, shoes are put on and life begins anew.
 

It is a surreal world filled with theatrical moments and every time again I am surprised and full of wonder how this occurs. 

I experience it as a privilege to photograph this world.  Everything I look for in my photography is contained in it:  abstraction, impressionism, isolation.  Although the nights are long, in the early morning when I return home I feel satisfied as I listen to the birds and review the images from the previous night.  

This in The Velvet World of the night.