My cells are doing well, they are growing and multiplying, and I feed them often. I need them, for my research, and they need me to survive. They seem so fragile, and look so beautiful under the microscope. They come from a person, who died of cancer. Yet they are still alive.
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In the end, it's all about the people
It struck me that what might be the largest difference between the AKI and the UT, is not the environment, the tools, the ideas, or even th...
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The plan was to work with 'opglazuur' this week, which is technique where you print an image on a special paper using a silkscreen ...
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Secondly, I wanted to focus on the connection in detail, focusing on the misfit, instead of the fit.
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I wanted to see how the dryness of the clay affected the colour and adhesion of different paints, so I tried both Ecoline and acrylic p...
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