ARTIST STATEMENT: I hope that the artwork which I have chosen to display will speak for me. This is only a small portion of what I can do, but my experience has been that anything I have created, whether it be jewelry, art or writing, which I've sent, shown, read or given to both friends & strangers was so positively received. Numerous people have always encouraged me to get my work and my son's work...out there. In fact, at times enough people have said to me that it is a shame that my hard work is not being shown. I wish I had included some of my assemblages, but I made the selections of my work for the most part by what images came up in my file. We all know that whether or not we are artists in this present time, we all have so very many photos.
Suncatcher 2007 paper, pastels This picture was drawn by me in one afternoon on a scrap of paper my child, Noah, had doodled on when he was about 3. The picture was a vision of both my past and future as well as that of many ill p
Vision In White 2011 seagulls, snow, beach In Feb. of 2011 at about 5pm, I fed and then photographed the seagulls in the snow on the beach for as fat as you can see.
The Wheel On the Wagon 2009 Wagon Wheel, my hand, camera, photo I took a photo of the silhouette of my hand and a wagon wheel.
Grendel 2009 paper, pencils. My son had read Beowulf and he sketched a picture of the Grendel character.
Patti Smith & Me 2009 paper, pencils. I had been reading, "Just Kids," by Patti Smith. I had a magazine photo of her and I identified with the life she was describing that she shared with Robert Mapplethorpe. Together they adde
Geisha Gone Bad 2006 Tissue Paper, Napkin, Pen, Nail Polish, various materials collaged onto the piece I was forced out of my home for a few months due to abuse in the summer of 2006 only to experience even more manipulation at my friend's home. I got pneumonia while living there from the distres
Mrs. Moon 1990 Cardboard, paint,collage, nail polish remover, markers, pen I was in a deep depression from abandonment by my sister and began a series of blue and aquamarine pieces of collage.
Biker Babe 2011 Paper, pastel pencils My son Noah had a bad day at school and he fell asleep on the futon. I got on the ground beside him and began to sketch an old baby picture of him.
Kings & Queens Of Nothing 2012 Paper, pastel pencils Just a colorful and whimsical drawing couching deeper feelings.
Momma's Got The Peace 2009 Notebook paper, pen, markers, pencils My son loved to draw in a comic-book style which influenced me to doodle a chick I called, "Apollo" in my poetry notebooks.
The 602 Abandoned Pup 2010 Stuffed animal, garbage cans, sidewalk, pizza carton I saw this discarded stuffed animal and the black and white and gray of it all looked interesting.
It's Raining Cats & Dogs & Demons 2007 paint, cardboard, pastels, pencils cutout newspaper This just drew itself as it's what I saw on paper.
Withered Heart 2014 sidewalk, decaying leaf I was struck by the image on the ground of a delicate and decaying leaf appearing like a heart and took a photo. I've also made artwork out of gilded-leaves and placed them in frames.
Catch Me 2010 paper, pencils. I drew a sunflower and my son added the woman.
It's not my apocolypse 2010 paper, pencils. I drew an eye; my son added the face and the warrior down below.
PreSandy Mussel Shells 2011 Shells, material Shells from Manhattan Beach before Hurricane Sandy.
Do Monsters Fool You? 2012 Paper and markers I ripped open a tissue box and the cardboard looked like a creature to me so I outlined it and speckled it with neon markers.
Animated Noah 2015 Photo, toy, cutout This is a picture of my son, Noah, in Prospect Park, after beginning 1st grade. I pieced this together a few months after he died. He liked it when I created something with his image in a childlike
Gil-Scott Heron 2010 paper, pencils. Gil-Scott was playing what would be his last free concert in Central Park in 2010 and my son sketched him.
She's No Angel 2012 Pen, paper A few months after my 17-year-old son, Noah, began residing at my sister's home, I drew more frequently to survive the devastation of this experience of losing Noah. I don't know why any of