There are moments in my life when I feel an intense pride for my country, my culture, my language and most of all for the creativity of my fellow countrywomen and countrymen. Unexpectedly a few days ago I had such an experience again: I happened to
Edward Hopper (1882-1967), the quintessential realist painter of twentieth-century America, portrayed the commonplace and made the ordinary poetic. (…) His choices of subject matter – particularly the places he painted – seem to have been somewhat unpredictable, since they were part of his constant battle with the
My love and admiration for Amsterdam are no longer a secret. A mere glance at my posts will reveal that. Every day I receive a gift from this welcoming city but sometimes its presents are even sweeter than usual. Het Grachtenhuis The other day I paid a