I'm a Swiss American artist. I loved art all my life but never thought I could be an artist until my 13 year old son dared me to take a drawing class. I took the challenge, but asked him to take the class with me. He was the class pet, naturally talented and fun, and I learned that I could draw. I never stopped doing art after that. Art helped me survive when my African-American son was killed by a total stranger on a street of Harlem - he was 18. His father, a former Tuskegee pilot, never recovered and died a few years later. I kept working; I was a clinical psychologist, and art helped me find hope that life may still be worth living. A few years ago, I closed my practice as a clinical psychologist to do art full time.
In my figurative work I find that I return again and again to the face. Am I looking for the people I loved, some pieces of my heart? Most portraits are of strangers whom I photographed while walking in the streets of New York City. With the abstracts paintings I let loose my love for colors and movement. Collages are playful and a form of improvisation.