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There’s a knowing left under the world that reminds me of me. I think it sometimes, this knowing, but it leaves soon thereafter, spitting nonsense into my memory of it being. The life it left always tilts my reservoir of love but never touches my lips up, never begs to begin. I sing, I dance, slamming it out unseen, but always tasting the wishing in which it began ~ image: Etrog in Space, 10-2016 

I am a fine art painter and a self-taught writer living in Zikhron Yaakov, Israel. I have a background as a fine woodworker and business owner and have taught art in academia. I have also taught art privately: drawing/painting, woodworking/mixed media sculpture, ceramic sculpture/pottery, and creative writing. I am currently teaching in high school the subjects of English for matriculation and Conflict Resolution within the Diplomacy Major.

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