I compare my pieces to political cartoons, but with textiles and buttons rather than pen and paper. Each of my hangings tells a story, describes an experience, or illustrates the double standards of which we are all guilty.

I was not one of those kids in high school who was into photography. You know, the kids who knew about cameras and darkrooms. Had I not stumbled into majoring in art history at Yale, I wonder if I would have ever thought to take a course in photography. Because I had no background in studio art, photography appealed to me as the so-called “royal road to drawing”, something a gazillion people have likewise thought, ever since the nineteenth century.

I went home and told my aunts, who were REAL artists. They told me to paint what I wanted AND gave me better brushes.

This upheaval and its dislocations changed my perspective and made me more observant of people and my surroundings. It enhanced my visual acuity and the creative spirit that I now express through art.

my paintings are inspired by watercolors themselves – they engulf and permeate each other, they go where they please.

my paintings are inspired by watercolors themselves – they engulf and permeate each other, they go where they please.