As the child of immigrants, living in Chicago in the Thirties, I grew up with kids like myself, kids with strong connections to the cultural traditions of Europe. In the […]

I’m very nearly done with the portrait of Ayalah. . .but something makes me stop. Just a few finishing touches, but what and where isn’t clear. And so I turn to […]

Coincidentally, three pregnant women showed up in my life at the end of the 90’s and I was moved to paint all of them. (Shown is the portrait of an […]