Alone in The Hague at 1979, my art bloomed in solitude, revealing colors of loneliness, primulas witness a quest for connection.

Stepping out of the café, the sharp scent of cigarette smoke instantly transported me back to those carefree summer days.

My fathers intense observation revealed worlds within worlds. My art reveales worlds of mystery, play and untold stories.

The deeper meaning of hair extends beyond its physical appearance to symbolize self-expression, identity, and societal expectations.