I was back East last week to see my parents. Looking at the art they have in their house (aside from a healthy representation of the Rachel Deitsch oeuvre of course) I was struck at how much the images of my childhood influenced the way I draw and paint now. My grandparents had a lot of Russian folk art in their house- strong colors and lines. My dad’s uncle was a really talented genre painter- he painted very poignant scenes of village life back in the old country. Even though he was a devout Jew and lived within the confines of that community there are very strong influences in his work of his Russian contemporaries- I think particularly Marc Chagall and Chaim Soutine. There is a sense of magic in his lightly distorted proportions and bright palette. I think that sense of place has found its way into my work somewhat as well. The villages, the fields- those are places I’ve never been, but still lived in as a child.