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The Primal Wound

August 26, 2009 10:11 pm Published by 3 Comments

I have started to read a classic book on adoption (and geared towards adoptees) called The Primal Wound: Understanding the Adopted Child, by Nancy Verrier. Although the author is not an adoptee herself, she is the mother of an adopted daughter, as well as a biological daughter. As I read, I am finding that the subject material and her descriptions...


New Paintings

August 22, 2009 8:19 pm Published by Leave your thoughts

This summer has been a very productive one for me in the studio…despite the heat (and the fact that our AC doesn’t quite reach there) I’ve been painting almost daily. I’ve been working more on my “sandstone series” and have also been doing a lot of palette knife painting. There is something so satisfying and energy generating about applying paint...


Surf Astoria Cafe

August 22, 2009 1:56 pm Published by Leave your thoughts

Today I’m bringing one of my paintings titled “Floating Flowers” over to a new coffee shop and internet cafe called Surf Astoria. I really love their mission statement: “Surf Astoria lives to nurture the local community, and consistently strives to be not only a neighborhood gathering place but a dynamic venue for where you can nourish your mind and body....


Are you my mother?

August 21, 2009 9:59 pm Published by Leave your thoughts

This was one of my favorite books as a child. It was a very popular children’s book for many. However, when it was read to me – many deeper issues welled up in my young mind, and still do to this day – as an adult adoptee. The young bird in the story has been separated from his mother and...


Transitions & New Beginnings

August 19, 2009 12:41 am Published by Leave your thoughts

This summer has been full of transitions, changing roles, new faces, and new environments. I’ve worn many “hats” as an arts instructor, graduate assistant for my school, and now as an volunteer (and upcoming intern) in Child Life at Mount Sinai. Sometimes my head spins when I wake up, and I can’t remember which job or internship I am headed...