Here I am with my mother in 1934 in Syracuse, NY. I was 5 years old when this photograph was taken, and now I am 80 years old.
Many things have happened between then and now, but I feel a strong connection to the child I once was, the child that is still inside. I can still remember while on a walk with my father, holding a lizard in my hands – the way it moved and pushed its head against the insides of my cupped hands; sitting in my Grandmother’s lap and understanding her German words but not being able to respond; the support and kindness of my mother who encouraged my creative interests; I remember the light streaming in through the windows of my classroom, which I’ve thought of as my first experience of beauty.
There are so many moments that have stayed with me, or that come back if I scratch the surface of my memory by looking at an old photograph.