I returned from a month long trip to India two weeks ago. It will take me a few postings to get it all down but here’s a start…

I remember that a light would appear in the eyes of my hippie friends when they spoke of their travels to India. I was 22 years old and my imagination was sparked forever. Although I visited Nepal, Burma and Thailand, I was fearful of India, my chief concerns being health and crime.


So…when Spring Studio’s office closed in April, and I was out of a job, I saw an opportunity to follow that old dream. And luckily, my childhood friend Liz, with whom I had traveled many years before, was game to join me on the adventure.

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Humayun’s Tomb. The second emperor of the Mughal Empire, who ruled over territory in what is now Afghanistan, Pakistan, and parts of northern India and Bangladesh from 1530–1540 and again from 1555–1556. — Wikipedia

First day we stayed in Old Delhi and visited Red Fort, Humayun’s Tomb, the  National Crafts Museum, and went shopping for Indian clothes (I bought kurtis and balloony pants). We ate lunch at a little, packed hole-in-the-wall and sat with some young teachers who were visiting from Goa.




Auto Rickshaws are everywhere in India. The way they get through traffic is by driving really fast and honking their horns for everyone to get out of the way. Actually, everyone drives this way. The streets are a cacophony.

Next we went to Jaipur in the state of Rajastan


Took a sweet old train (pukey greenish color) with plenty of legroom and surrounded by women! We also treated ourselves to a room at a converted palace, which was pretty amazing.

Took an Uber to Albert Hall Museum, which had wonderful art from all over the country.






It was really crazy HOT. When they say it’s going to be hot in California’s Central Valley, they mean 94. That’s a full twenty degrees cooler than it was in Rajastan.

The city is known for a walled section known as Pink City.  I was really into the open air markets. The scene was alive with color as women went in to do their shopping, buying saris, groceries, herbs, clothing.






And we went to the Anoki Museum of hand printing, where we saw some impressive traditional craft techniques.



Then on to Jodhpur, also in Rajastan


Meharangarh Fort hovers over the city of Jodhpur. There are converted mansions in India, which are called Havelis. We stayed at one that was a hotel, on which, the roof restaurant afforded a great view of the fort and of a girls’ school.


It was kind of enchanting. I drew the courtyard, seen below. They had displays of artifacts there as well.




This was a real maharaja. I love his get up.


SariVendorJodhpur has wonderful, colorful open air markets. I loved seeing the women sit with shop keepers to order their saris.

The markets are where it’s at.


This place is called a stepwell.  They fill the street area with water and it becomes a place to swim during the Summer.



We went to the Meharangarh Fort on the last day. It was an incredible fort and palace. We had a guide named Sanjay.

But the heat was still an issue…it was oppressive. We decided to make our way North to the cooler climate…

to Manali…


A Memento for the Leadership Team


“Usually, when we have these global get-togethers, we take photos and nobody ever looks at them again. We have a great time and I want the team to remember the experience.” With this, Rob Brown, the head of Global Marketing and Design for BBVA asked me to capture the Global Product and Design team offsite in Dallas earlier this year.

I was only happy to comply. I sat in on a couple of days of meetings, sketched participants, took photos and created this composition. The piece was matted and printed at 11 x 17 as a memento for each of the attendees after the event.

Three Generations

I’m excited to be exhibiting my work with my mother and my grandmother all together in one show! We open this Thursday at the Jewish Community Library in San Francisco.


Postcard_backside_infoLe-dor va-dor means “From Generation to Generation.” It expresses the directive to teach your children the culture, values and lessons of Judaism. In our case, the teachings included art! My grandmother was a painter and sculptor, my mother is a metalsmith, ceramist and one who draws. I’m a sketcher and painter. Together, our work will span over a hundred years of art in one family.

I never knew my grandmother, but I’m so honored and thrilled to be showing my work with hers.

The Bay Area Jewish Weekly published a nice article about our show.




Embroidery Gal

I love embroidery so I was tickled to see this woman waiting for the #4 at Fremont and Mission tonight.

BusStopEmbGal“Her whole outfit is ornament-laced with embroidery. Except for the scarf. Boots are patterned, not embroidered.

ShelterSmart workshop with FIT

BBVA and Spring Studio have been working with FIT (the Field Innovation Team) to to design a new toolkit for community shelters after a disaster strikes. Last Monday and Tuesday, we met with the FIT team, representatives from the Red Cross, the Salvation Army, the city of San Francisco emergency team and numerous designers to come up with solutions that will work better for global responders, displaced people and communities as a whole.


Research was conducted in Florida and Houston after the hurricanes, Northern California after the wildfires and in Mexico following the earthquake.

I was asked to record the workshop through my illustration. Here are the results.




NYC long weekend to see the Michelangelo Drawings

The incredible show at the MET will only be there until mid February. My sister Tobie encouraged me to go since the drawings will only be shown this one time. We jumped on a plane and had a wonderful long weekend in the Big Apple. It even snowed all day on Saturday and accumulated 7″—what a treat!

Of course, I sketched. Here are the pieces I did.


Found this great bar, the Fat Cat, with live Jazz




Through the window at Tea and Sympathy in the West Village. While waiting for my old friend, Amy.


Artifacts from the wonderful National Museum of the American Indian in the old Custom’s House in lower Manhattan


Please excuse. A doodle to fill my time on the plane.