What causes us to think we know what we are seeing, when, in fact, we are looking away?
Making art was a therapy from feelings that I didn’t know how to express, didn’t understand... It was my crutch. But then I didn’t need it anymore.
And why should I? I’m only 37. My oldest child is only eight. I have so much to learn, and sense that even if I’m fortunate enough to gain wisdom, there will always be so much more that I do not know.
Watching my father go through this process when I was in high-school, I knew this was my messorah. I knew I had an obligation to keep it alive, in anyway I could. But I didn’t, did I? I was marrying an Ashakanaz guy.
My personal journey through religious gender separation.
Deep yet funny questions from an insecure yet ravenously curious person.
Teach her that to be Jewish is to be kind.
I am elemental-celestial, fashioned by the hands of my ancestors from their very own prayers and bones.
