Life is a process of becoming. Sometimes it's a matter of declaring who you are. I am an artist. I didn't go to art school, I have no formal training, I have not had any shows. But a few years ago, the artist in me emerged and I began to draw and paint. My father was a writer, and I followed his example for the first six decades of my life. My mother was an artist, her sister was an artist, and her mother painted as well. I now follow my matrilineage.


The picture above is a detail from a watercolor I did of myself, sketching in Newark's Branch Brook Park at the beginning of the pandemic, before they closed the park. I was sitting on a manhole cover surrounded by a circle of grass, staying away from people, and my husband captured the moment with his phone camera. Later, I painted it, making myself skinnier, of course.

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