I was born in the shadow of George Washington Bridge.
Like that grand suspension bridge, I had my west leg planted in American suburbia, and my east leg planted on the far side of the Mediterranean, and rooted deep into history and tradition.
Without perfectly balanced tensions, anchored deep in the cliffs on the opposing shores of the Hudson, the bridge towers would topple.
Likewise, my life and artwork is a balancing act:
between competing languages, cultures and outlooks on life;
and between the vigorous pull of “serious” intellectual artistic questions, impulsive passions, and the gentle touch of pleasing aesthetic.
It ain’t always easy, but I work hard to keep all sides happy!