It’s the summer of 1993. I am lying on a beach in France, reading. A hairpin catches my eye, a trinket, lost in the masses of sand. Something tells me this hairpin is here for a reason. I put my book away and start playing with the curved wire, forgetting the world around me. I soon detect the image of walking legs, enclosed in the hairpin. Back at the campsite I get to work with paper and scissors, and once I get back home I make a small scale model. A little over a year later, ‘The Walker’ stands 7 meter tall in Geldrop.