Gerard Herman
It is almost 4.30 pm and I have already had a long day when I enter Gerard Herman's studio in Antwerp. It’s not exactly a studio, but rather a room he rents from a friend in a large house, which is stuffed with books, parts of a drum set, an old box (which turns out to be a work of art), mixing consoles, models, a large photo portrait of his mother (of whom he is the male version), a desk, an armchair and another, less comfortable, chair, etc. I collapse with a deep sigh while Gerard never stops smiling. He looks like an amiable young man who is not easy to dissuade. But appearances can be deceiving.