Social media divides us into bubbles—we must push back by creating genuine connections and feeling comfortable while being vulnerable.

This summer atmosphere of "back to school," of sweet children and trustworthy parents, securing safe-artistic-growth, is superb.

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

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

I recently took a stroll in the rain, feeling like I had the street all to myself. A sneaky droplet landed on my forehead, making me briefly

In my artistic adventures as a kid, I was frustrated now and then. My parents used to tell me to keep on trying. "Don't give up!" they...