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WHAT. THE. HELL.

It strains to hear you over your screams, your clashes. It bears witness to your struggles, your stumbles, your silent surrenders, feeling every tremor of doubt, every ripple of fear.

For the ancient Egyptians, blue wasn’t just another color

It was a symbol of the cosmos, creation, and fertility, deeply linked with the heavens and the Nile.

Peggy wasn’t an average heiress. She was a bohemian, a mystery, and yes, a kind of lonely, but living a life that was one big, shimmering adventure.

Art, made by my Super-Startists for the dramatic tragedy in Ukraine.

Wait. Couldn’t they see what was going on outside? This traveling theater starring super-enthusiastic clouds?
Freaky.
Inspiration was right above our heads. But no one was seeing it.

When I was 26, I worked as an emerging art director in Brussels for magazines such as Marie Claire and Elle Decoration.

I once had a lover who jumped into skips. Madly in love, our hands intertwined, we strolled through the mystical twilight streets of The Hague.

A truck looms up in front of me, showing an image of a cool guy with a dog, standing in a designer living room. The guy stares at me with an intense look.

Women don’t flinch at spending five thousand dollars on a coquettish handbag, crafted in black lambskin with Cannage stitching, dangling from their gold-braceleted, bronzed arm.

Most artists are busy looking for their creative voice. Forget that. You don’t have to look for your creative voice because you never lost it.

Dragons are real.
Heroes are real, too.
We all have dragons, but we’re not all heroes.

One-hundred thirty-six years ago, Tsar Alexander III of Russia commissioned Peter Carl Fabergé to create a jeweled egg as an Easter gift for his wife, Empress Maria Feodorovna…

Art, made by my Super-Startists for the dramatic tragedy in Ukraine.

Creative, talented people often worry a lot about things like:
Is my art good enough? Am I good enough? Am I an artist anyway or just a creative mess-maker?

She worked at a bank. She loved the business side of the job, but the creative side was lacking. So she took an online drawing class…

Have you ever seen ducks waddling down a red carpet in a hotel lobby?

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I once worked on the editorial board of a fancy glossy magazine…