The first painting I completed after my mother’s passing I hastily threw away in the dumpster of our 6th Avenue apartment building in Miami where we lived…. At the age of 25, I learned that that grief is irrational and the consequences, oftentimes, irrevocable.
Read MorePhoto of me holding a locket containing a picture of my late mother, Anitha, taken by my good friend and fellow artist Yekaterina Kozachuk.