My Season of Heat and Heartache-How Art Mirrors Life

In the midst of a heavy downpour, a box of magazines was delivered to my front door last Wednesday. The soggy cardboard carton splattered with Rorschach-like raindrops seemed to replicate my own multi-layered tears. Finally, it seemed the weather matched

My Politics is My Art

As I’ve been watching the memorial service for RBG with tears for our loss and tears of where we are, there are also feelings of pride. As a woman, a feminist, and a Jew.  It is meaningful to me in