zoom_inzoom_inhighlight_offIn the year 2000, when I turned 65, I decided to realise a dream from my youth: sculpting. I used to draw and mould clay with dedication under the guidance of our art teacher, Jan Elffers, at the Montessori Lyceum in Amsterdam. The classroom, a sprawling attic, was located on the top floor. You could drop in at any time during the school day – as long as your schedule showed that you had a ‘free period’. As I’d climb the stairs, I’d have to suppress the thought that maybe I should have been working on one of my other subjects. After I graduated, I considered applying to the Academy of Visual Arts, but instead, chose to study biology and consoled myself with the thought that taking biology would mean plenty of time to highlight_offIn the year 2000, when I turned 65, I decided to realise a dream from my youth: sculpting. I used to draw and mould clay with dedication under the guidance of our art teacher, Jan Elffers, at the Montessori Lyceum in Amsterdam. The classroom, a sprawling attic, was located on the top floor. You could drop in at any time during the school day – as long as your schedule showed that you had a ‘free period’. As I’d climb the stairs, I’d have to suppress the thought that maybe I should have been working on one of my other subjects. After I graduated, I considered applying to the Academy of Visual Arts, but instead, chose to study biology and consoled myself with the thought that taking biology would mean plenty of time to
