My Father’s Hand

When I was growing up, I lived in the greatest country in the world, America! It was an American’s footprint on the moon. It was in America that there was plenty to eat and plenty to invent. People came from all over the world to seek the American Dream. The generation before me grew up […]

The Day I Met an Angel

It happened a long time ago, but I still remember the date, December 4, 1984. A very young 22 year old freshly out of design school, I was living a dream in the city that never sleeps. On that bitterly cold Sunday afternoon, I had been spending the day enjoying the Van Gogh at Arles […]