Friday, May 31, 2019

May Thirty-First, Two-Thousand Ten

You have heard it said, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth from the Code of Hammurabi. But as Jesus said, do not resist the one who is evil. But if Israel shoots you in the left cheek with a teargas canister likely manufactured in your home country, The United States of America, crushing the zygomatic arch of your skull and destroying both one of your teeth and your left eye, while you, a Jewish person, who’s very father was born in Tel Aviv, stand in peaceful solidarity with West Bank Palestinians at the Kalandia checkpoint that restricts their entry into Jerusalem or Al-Quds as it is also called, to protest the murders on the Turkish Flotilla that attempted to pass through the blockade of Gaza that morning - turn to them the other cheek also, as for a kiss.

When my left eye saw the teargas canister, the final sight it would ever behold, I was sure I would die. I who previously declared I didn't believe, in that moment, called out to G∞D, "...but I am an artist." You can't tell from the photos, but in the next moment, I was elated. "My brain is ok! My brain is ok!" I repeated as a mantra. How life does go on. Why do we waste life with fighting? Everyday I get to make art because I am alive. I know someday I will be not, just as my left eye is not. Now is an opportunity to love.

Monday, July 30, 2018

Lost Post

I published this on the 6th year anniversary of an injury that took a tooth and an eye from me:

There was a lovely poem in the comments:
from AUTUMN by Else Lasker-Schüler (trans. Eavan Boland)

I was injured on this earth.
Ask the moon--he will answer you.
Though overcast, he kept an eye on me
Even on those days I tiptoed through so timidly.

And this perfect remark:
To believe and dream of a better world is, maybe, the greatest art of all...

Silly me.



Wednesday, April 20, 2011


My middle name, the girl in the mirror. She is a a young shoot not a rival, and she has something to say; Chloe's Hideout (New Blog)

Monday, January 3, 2011

The Year of the Tiger

2010 was by far the most trans-formative year of my life. It was filled with crazy circumstances and incredible highs and lows, and purpose and sorrow like I've never felt before. But my injury was a minor physical change in my life. My classmate at Cooper Union, Emilie Gossiaux, the only other Emily in my year (there are only about sixty of us, it's a really small school), was hit by a truck this October and has suffered something far more devastating than what I experienced, which was also incredibly profound. She almost died but against all odds, she's talking and hearing, and we must hope with all our hearts that she can see again. Her friends made her this website,, to help her with her heavy medical costs. She doesn't get to sue Israel for what was done to her - it was random and un-asked for, and she really needs all our help.