Art Center School of Design, Pasadena, CA - Selected Studies
California State University, Long Beach, CA - BA, Art/Illustration
USC Keck School of Medicine, PA Program,
Los Angeles, CA - BS, Medicine
GRANTS & SCHOLARSHIPS
Don Heberholtz Award for Sculpture, 2010
Art for the Visually Impaired - Arts Council of Placer County,
State of California, State Agency Grants - Medicine 1996, 1997, 1998
University of Southern California, Grants - Medicine 1996, 1997, 1998
National Council of Jewish Women, Scholarships - 1993, 1996
National Endowment for the Arts, Grant - 1989
John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, Grants - 1986, 1987
Art, like life is a journey. Throughout it all, the creative
process and the absolute need to make art have been my
cherished companions. Early on I was a successful illustrator
and product designer. Clients included Playboy, USA
Today, the US Army, AAA, W, text books and ads. I did the
story boards for the Emmy award winning Charlotte’s Web.
I designed creatures for ILM and toys for Mattel and others.
Like Barbie’s first hot tub.
And then I started to paint... gooey, yummy, impressionistic
figurative art. The figure became a metaphor for life’s major
events. During my divorce, I had been working on this
painting of a woman passing thru a portal with a crow
watching... waiting... then my Dad passed away unexpectedly.
I put down the brush. Change came.
On the move. Everything in storage. I started sculpting
small gestural figures out of found objects and paper.
Easier to work with and pack up. Freelancing was drying up. I needed a day job to support my art habit. So I went into USC’s
Physician Assistant program. What was I thinking!
I had to abstain from all art. Otherwise I would have
dropped out. I made no art for 10 years. I was hardened like steel and yet had developed a profound compassion for all living things. We are all transitional beings. I saw the consequences of illness, of aggression and accidents and love. I amputated limbs. I marveled at gallstones. I was fabulous at skin graphs – an art form. I had the privilege to see how perfectly made we are inside. Despite our illnesses. Did you know that electrical impulses visibly change color as they course through the brain? I held a beating heart in my hand. I saw the soul leave the body. My art changed.
I sculpt in concrete, wire and wood now. Gestural indicators
of the mind, body, spirit. Growth. Maturation. Decay. Transformation. Regeneration.
A lifetime of memories that we leave for others to build upon. My figures are hollow. You can see right thru them. They hit you on a visceral level.
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