My maternal grandfather bought me my first paint-by-numbers kit. He was a self-taught naïf artist. He copied old masters like Rembrandt and also Japanese art and Chagall. These paintings hung in our house and I remember watching him paint in a little corner of my grandparents’ apartment.
My mother was interested in art at an early age, but a teacher told her she had no talent and she gave it up. When I showed interest in art as a child, I was given everything within my parents’ means to encourage that interest – art supplies and classes and loads of encouragement. I think my mom got vicarious pleasure out of seeing that I wanted to pursue art after her interest was thwarted.
Growing up outside of Manhattan was a rich experience. I had access to all the museums and galleries and I went to the city every weekend to take classes and look at art. While many artists learned about art from reproductions in books, I was privileged to be able to see the real thing. I remember looking a Guernica repeatedly at the Museum of Modern Art which in retrospect must have shown me how an artist can incorporate a critique of current events into his or her art.
What was your route to becoming an artist? (Formal training or another pathway?)
I studied art for one year in a liberal arts college on the east coast, then moved to San Francisco to study at the San Francisco Art Institute, which I did for one year. I left to experience life outside of school for awhile. During that time, which turned into thirteen years, I worked in batik, making work with socio-political themes like U.S. intervention in Latin America (Chile, El Salvador), apartheid in South Africa, the plight of the Palestinian people, and other national and international struggles that I had strong feelings about.
After the thirteen years of working in batik, I felt that I had gone as far as I could with the medium and I wanted to find other ways of working. I went back to school at the California College of Arts and Crafts (now the California College of the Arts) in Oakland, California. I completed the remaining two years of my Bachelor of Fine Arts and two years later received my Master of Fine Arts degree from the same institution.
My maternal grandfather bought me my first paint-by-numbers kit. He was a self-taught naïf artist. He copied old masters like Rembrandt and also Japanese art and Chagall. These paintings hung in our house and I remember watching him paint in a little corner of my grandparents’ apartment.My mother was interested in art at an early age, but a teacher told her she had no talent and she gave it up. When I showed interest in art as a child, I was given everything within my parents’ means to encourage that interest – art supplies and classes and loads of encouragement. I think my mom got vicarious pleasure out of seeing that I wanted to pursue art after her interest was thwarted.Growing up outside of Manhattan was a rich experience. I had access to all the museums and galleries and I went to the city every weekend to take classes and look at art. While many artists learned about art from reproductions in books, I was privileged to be able to see the real thing. I remember looking a Guernica repeatedly at the Museum of Modern Art which in retrospect must have shown me how an artist can incorporate a critique of current events into his or her art.What was your route to becoming an artist? (Formal training or another pathway?)I studied art for one year in a liberal arts college on the east coast, then moved to San Francisco to study at the San Francisco Art Institute, which I did for one year. I left to experience life outside of school for awhile. During that time, which turned into thirteen years, I worked in batik, making work with socio-political themes like U.S. intervention in Latin America (Chile, El Salvador), apartheid in South Africa, the plight of the Palestinian people, and other national and international struggles that I had strong feelings about.After the thirteen years of working in batik, I felt that I had gone as far as I could with the medium and I wanted to find other ways of working. I went back to school at the California College of Arts and Crafts (now the California College of the Arts) in Oakland, California. I completed the remaining two years of my Bachelor of Fine Arts and two years later received my Master of Fine Arts degree from the same institution.
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