Hello and welcome to my page, I am a Visual Artist, Mixed/Multi Media, Literary Artist, Digital Artist
My work is predicated on community in all aspects of my process. I have a fierce desire to share my work with folks of all ages, who are not familiar/do not identify with formal art practice, Judaism, Queerness, Transness, or anything else one may find in what I create. This is with the hope not only for them to learn and listen, but also for my work to grow in meaning with each persons' interaction. In particular, I love making art with and for youth, knowing the power of imagination that is bursting forth when we are young. Sharing what I make is also important in order to pass on Truths as I understand them, Stories for those who may identify with them too. For discussion and mutual growth. This exchange is not possible without one another, our community.
Richmond, BC, Canada
Samples of my work
Over the past few years, and intensely, emphatically so in the past months since George Floyd's murder has mainstreamed actions for racial justice and sparked unprecedented solidarity, I have been trying to explore how race and judaism interact. To confront where I find white-supremacy and anti-semitism in my own communities. In the ways I have learned our stories. How I've constructed my “self”. Aside from the interpersonal, greater-community based ways of engaging in activism and learning, I have struggled to find ways to mourn. I have struggled to connect to the power of community, of my ancestors living and dead. I have been feeling paralyzed spiritually, unable to mourn in the ways I was raised with knowing since we are distant from each other, in far more ways than just physically. Almost all these rituals must be done with ten people, sometimes I feel like I have many more than that mourning with me, sometimes a lot less. Most traditions which I can do myself have to do with light. I often light candles, never blow them out. For the first time in almost a decade I light a y'artziet candle, not unlike many mourning traditions in various communities and cultures. A small, white, lit candle which signals the household is mourning is put in the window, half question half declaration. Shabbos candles are lit closing the week of work, are a ritual of home and family, and are too placed in the window. And sometimes I simply stand outside my house in a storm and scream at the light that flashes through the air to kiss earth.