A lifelong resident of the Upper West Side of Manhattan, I’ve been active as a neuro-psychiatrist, artist and poet. Since the early years of this century, I’ve downsized my medical practice to concentrate more on poetry writing and sculpting clay.
I love to walk. Word-songs and art ideas accompany my steps. Litter—smashed soda cans with straws, sea shells, driftwood, leaf shadow, anything can find its way into mixed media sculpture, mobiles, collage/assemblage, photo collages, or aquarelles. Poetry is inseparable from art, both a release and a call to see what lurks beneath the surface.
My book length epic poem, They clasp my Hand, (TheodorKramerVerlag), floats my mobile, Deep spirits on the cover. Published April, 2022, it tells the story of my family as refugees from Nazi Austria. In a bilingual English/German edition, it is now a semi-finalist for the Austria Book Prize.
Over the years I have participated in many solo, group and juried shows, as well as poetry readings and publication.