I grew up in NYC in a lively, multi-lingual and creative family.
My mother would hand me packagings, pieces of cardboard, and say “here, maybe you can make something out of this.” And I would.
I believed that anything could be viewed or assembled artistically: bits of charcoal on the sand; cracks in the plaster; folds in my jeans; the trajectory of a pink Spalding ball. My talent for problem solving and balance led me astray during early school years where I spent time on math teams and science research. But my internal need for artistic expression never left and while I feel as though I'm still working out puzzles and formulae as I push paint across canvas or tear paper, the Mathematics merges happily with my emotional expression. I paint because of this, because it makes me whole. |
