I have been drawing ever since I could first hold a crayon in my hand and move it across the paper. From that time on, I never stopped drawing.  I moved on from crayons to pencils and paints.  I was hopelessly hooked on the creative process. When I was in second grade, I announced that I was going to be an artist.  I never wavered!  When I was a child, the best gift you could give me was art supplies.  When I was old enough to save up my own money, my favorite place to shop was in an art supply store.

Now, when I draw or paint something, I become intimately involved with the subject for that brief period of time.  Through the creative process, I come together with that object or place in a most personal way.  The process is a meditation in which I am so totally engaged that I lose track of time, and become centered and at peace.  This tranquillity is the core of each work.

I am drawn to old buildings and objects.  While living in Jerusalem,  I painted the old neighborhoods that surround the Old City, (many of which are now gone).  Now, I paint the beautiful landscapes of New York’s North Country.  Once again, I am drawn to old things, especially the old barns.  They have such character and they are a vanishing part of our history. Many of the barns that I have painted have fallen or will soon fall.  Each barn has such a story to tell.  As long as they are still standing, I will try to tell the stories!