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Driven by a passion for storytelling, art & creativity, I have lived a life of transformation, much like a caterpillar that becomes a butterfly, only to transform once again. Introducing myself has always been a challenge as I embrace various roles and identities in my life. From being a mother, wife, and entrepreneur to an artist, software developer, and future astronaut, my experiences have shaped a diverse tapestry that defies categorization. Join me as I continue to embrace the ever-evolving journey of self-discovery and creativity.
Since I was a little kid, I believed the streets in a city could move and that an entire block could change places. I didn’t understand then why I had such a strong and strange belief, but I kept it alive because I knew I would figure out what had happened later in my life.
I grew up in a bloody dictatorship, and only by drawing this story did I realize I was terrified as a kid. Having such a creative belief was not allowed. So, I started hiding in plain sight.
This young adult graphic novel memoir is the story of my life, becoming an artist and entrepreneur after escaping a totalitarian, chauvinist, and antisemitic society.
Think “In Limbo” by Deb JJ Lee, “I was their American Dream” by Malaka Gharib, “Maybe An Artist” by Liz Montague, and “Messy Roots” by Laura Gao
“I live in an aentropic world. What does that mean? In my world, everything is constantly changing. Yes, I know, where you live, everything is constantly changing too. But in my world change is fast. Really fast. Super-fast. A seed can be planted, grow, give flowers, give you fruit and die in a matter of minutes. Right in front of your eyes. If you like something, don’t. It’s pointless to like anything. It will be gone so fast, you better not get attached.”
It all comes down to having lived a caterpillar life. One where, after becoming a butterfly, she becomes another caterpillar. And now a butterfly, again.
I grew up in a bloody dictatorship in an antisemitic, chauvinist, totalitarian society. The milk was brought to us in milk cans on a wagon pulled by a horse until the craziest thing happened…