The practice of drawing anchors me. I work organically, automatically and emotionally. Color deepens the conversation; it can be subtle, dark, funny, mad or exciting. I watch the surface as forms emerge, disappear and transform into story. Moving between automatism and reflection I seek out images that tell me what I am thinking.
What astonishes me now is not the rage being rightfully expressed by people of color and their allies but our lack of understanding and inability to have changed before this eruption. In interfaith social justice movements part of the education is to understand that in the Torah or Old Testament, the people of Israel are not heard until they cry out. People of color are now crying out.
My responsibility as an artist is to witness and record. Stepping aside from words I scribe an internal language of color and line that reflects the complexity and turmoil of the world around me.