A lifelong resident of the Upper West Side of Manhattan, I’ve been active as a neuro-psychiatrist, artist and poet. Since the early years of this century, I’ve downsized my medical practice to concentrate more on poetry writing and sculpting clay.
I love to walk. Word-songs and art ideas accompany my steps. Litter—smashed soda cans with straws, sea shells, driftwood, leaf shadow, anything can find its way into mixed media sculpture, mobiles, collage/assemblage, photo collages, or aquarelles. Poetry is inseparable from art, both a release and a call to see what lurks beneath the surface.
My book length epic poem, They clasp my Hand, (TheodorKramerVerlag), floats my mobile, Deep spirits on the cover.
A wonderful book of poems. I am finding such resonance with them, writes Edmund de Waal, best-selling author of The Hare with the Amber Eyes.
Deeply emotional, and accessible, I bring my family from World War I through the Holocaust, escape to the US and the birth of my first grandchild. Against the background of fin de siécle Vienna we witness how the trauma of those lost and the brutality of dictatorship and war destroy generations and their connections to each other. With stories of how I grew up as a child of refugees in New York City, the impact of my mother’s struggle to rebuild her shattered emergence as medical doctor and psychoanalyst in a new language and land, I celebrate the strength, hope and courage brought by those who came before her.
I am also an accomplished ceramicist and mixed media artist who has appeared in juried shows and private collections. “Writing is intimately bound up with my art work,” says the poet who is a regular contributor to online poetry platforms, including those who welcome politically inspired work.
I am also a dedicated grandmother, I live with my husband, a playwright, on a small plot of land in Putnam County, New York. I write and lovingly create art, as well as bountiful gardens inspired by the strength and courage of the stalwart souls who came before me.