Welcome to my Art Feast.

I hope that you will enjoy your visit and that seeing some of my art will please you, and perhaps even INSPIRE AND ENCOURAGE YOU TO FREE THE ARTIST WITHIN YOU.

The two photographs I decided to put here were made 70 years apart from each other. The first is of myself at 10 in Warsaw Poland in 1939 one week before the beginning of World War Two and the second one of me at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City in October of 2010.

The girl in the picture dreamed of one day becoming an artist and the woman in the other one, with great joy and gratitude acknowledges and celebrates the fact that she is, has always been, and expects to remain to the end, the artist she had dreamed of becoming.

The child in the picture became a survivor of five years of Nazi occupation in Warsaw, Warsaw Uprising in 1944, and after that, of nine months as the youngest prisoner of war in Stalag 4B, a P.O.W. camp in Germany. During all of the above, since there was always paper and a pencil in her pocket, she made people laugh by drawing their caricatures and capturing their likenesses.

She arrived in America, in 1947, went to Art High School, became an animation artist, combining a 25 year career in that industry with being a housewife, and a mother of two boys. During those years, whenever possible, just to surround herself with the aroma of turpentine and real artists, she painted portraits from a model at The Art Students League of New York. When asked what she did for a living, she would answer: "I am a commercial artist employed in the animation industry"

The woman in the second picture, in 1975 at the age of 45, had a severe bout with lymph node cancer and then in 1981, suddenly became a widow after 30 years of marriage.

When all collapses a new paradigm has room to begin.

In 1982, after completely reshuffling my life's priorities, I moved to Manhattan, gave up animation, enrolled full time at the National Academy of Design and proceeded to become an artist and a teacher of art.

The resume enclosed describes why now I call myself an artist and the illustrations of my work may convince you that although some of what I create is commercially valuable, my dream of becoming an artist did indeed come true.