In Antwerp I had a very Catholic education. At home, first there was God, then the Pope, then my father. My older sister became a missionary in Zaire, where she was killed in 1968. After my studies, I came to Paris as soon as possible, partly to escape, and worked in fashion. In New York in 1968, I discovered Pop Art. I began to see everyday objects in a different way, with a kind of distance and humor. That had a profound effect upon me.
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