I guess you could say my story begins with my grandparents, Sephardic Jews who traced their roots to the Spanish Inquisition and who were living in Egypt at the time of my mother’s birth. While King Farouk was in power in Egypt, Jews prospered. In 1956, when Nasser rose to power, Jews were no longer welcome. After narrowly escaping from Egypt my grandparents found themselves impoverished, living in a tiny apartment in Rio de Janeiro. They waited for ten years to get a visa for entry into the USA. Being the oldest daughter, my mother needed to support her family. She worked hard and only began her career as an artist when she was pregnant with me. Years later, her mother began to paint as well… Read More.