I retired at 65 from my professorship at the University of Texas Medical Branch, and then moved back with my husband (a Holocaust survivor from France) to Michigan, where my children and grandchildren were living. A year later, we went on a tour of the ghettos and camps of Eastern Europe. I had not been back there since my childhood, when I barely survived a ghetto slaughter and with Partisans in Belarus. While visiting the Treblinka death camp, where my Warsaw family perished, I made a pact with God that I would spend the rest of my life retelling the stories of how and where the Jews perished.
During the next 14 years, I created three art exhibits on the Holocaust, which have appeared in nearly 40 solo art exhibits all over the United States. At the same time, I published three books on the Holocaust that have won prizes, with a fourth on the way. At age 81, I had accomplished my goals. Now, a mother of two daughters, with five grandchildren and with a greatgrandchild on the way, I decided that the time had come to create art that celebrated life and all its wonders, rich with colors and joy.