A reflection on care, frugality and mildness, about finding meaning in what already exists, how materials become whole in the right context.

The image above is a tongue-in-cheek take on beauty ideals—a fashion moment with a crow on my head—or rather, on a wire cage. The text on...

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.