Los Angeles

    When I was a kid I worked in the apparel business, cutting patterns with my dysfunctional family. It was a sort of sweatshop circus of mental and sexual abuse. Later, garment patterns began to creep into my artwork as a kind of redemption to reconstruct memories. I see making art as a methodical, visionary activity in which to distract myself from pain. I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis in 1999, and have since been treated for Lupus, Arthritis, Colitis, Endometriosis, Anxiety and Bi-polar Depression. I live with a lot of physical pain and weakness, as well as mental illness.

    Creating candid narratives in my paintings, I am documenting, while gathering evidence of having tried to find resolution to what goes wrong with my body or my mind. Through this kind of storytelling, I often incorporate the tools of the cuttingroom trade while revisiting childhood and piecing together my Jewish identity.

    I have survived childhood neglect and molestation, rape, and disability, while also having to care for my elderly parents – the same people that caused much of my childhood trauma – until they died in 2009. My mother suffered from Lewy Body dementia (a kind of Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s overlap), and she passed away very shortly after my father died from heart failure. My family members are a prominent feature in some of my work as cartoon characters, like the non-descript animal I named Dan. Dan appeared in my sketchbook one day shortly after my parents’ deaths and became a kind of savior for me to heal through my art.