Prague is the city close to my heart
I was born in London during the worst air raids in WW II. After the war was over my parents returned to their country – Czechoslovakia. I grew up in a beautiful small village about 30 miles north of Prague which used to be a summer resort for well off Prague citizens. My grandfather’s summer villa was converted to year-round living where we lived with my grandparents. Luckily it was classified as a family house by the communists and we were able to retain it. My father was a practical man, kept up the house, converted the garden in part to grow vegetables and fruits, in part to grow chickens and rabbits. We gathered pine cones and took down dead trees in the forest and gathered mushrooms, blueberries, raspberries and cranberries. So we survived well under the rather stressful circumstances of the communist regime because of our ‘capitalist west’ connections.
I am bringing up my deeply felt and enjoyed childhood as it continues to inspire my work. The colors in my work often tend to resemble the colorful national costumes of the Czechs.
Much has happened in my life – as in anybody’s life - good and bad but I am going to jump to New York where I arrived on 1st April 1970. As soon as I had my feet on Manhattan’s ground I felt again home and I have lived here since that time.
I have worked as a computer programmer for a big bank. A co-worker asked me if I liked to join her to an art class. I did and I found out I could paint! And painting has become my purpose, my main love, my passion. I live in New York City in a small art studio with my husband Bruce.