As a painter, my hands play an integral part in my life.  Just as people take their everyday bodily functions for granted, they often displace the preeminent component of hands.  I strive to show the different ways hands can be utilized, contorted, and displayed.

  

My obsession with hands, I believe, stems from three positive commandments given to the Jewish people by God.  First, the Shema prayer was the first prayer my parents taught me and would say with me every night before bed.  The second would be lighting the Shabbat candles Friday night, which I began doing when I was a young girl.  The last would be the act of giving charity, tzedakah, as I constantly remind myself this was something my grandfather, who I never had the pleasure of meeting, instilled firmly in his children and felt was very important.  

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Painting and drawing the hand fulfilling these obligations is something I feel very drawn to spiritually.  It allows me to bring together the gap between myself, my heritage, passion, and what I am simply good at.  In addition, hands are a way to explore my family and generational past, present, and future.  The members of my family have continued traditions that are completed by hand.  Each generation repeats the same actions the same way my great-grandparents did.  

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My art focuses on the mystique of the human hand and the plethora of narratives that can be derived from them.  Sometimes it can be revealed through the spelling of words, others by their position, or the action being depicted.