I was raised in a Hasidic household where a strong sense of personal purpose and meaning was assumed. However, I carried a burden of existential angst and dark nihilism that traced its roots back to my parents' proximity to the trauma of the Holocaust. Painting became, from a young age, a form of exorcism for me—a way of expunging the vague and inchoate terror of death and meaninglessness from my consciousness.
I explore, reinvent, and infuse my own experiences—whether it's pregnancy, loss or conflict—with new significance. It is in the physical act of creation that I discover meaning and clarity. Figurative imagery has a special allure for me because the body, ultimately inseparable from human consciousness, communicates the rawness of existence. Whether it's the alien-like fetus ensconced in its mother's womb, cherubic water-babies swimming upstream in a turbid sea, or glowing figures cloud-hopping in dreamy abandon, articulate the strange and sometimes comical experience of living.