susanissima

I am one who as a toddler crossing the BIG WATER was so tossed and jostled on a Stuttgart-bound ocean liner that a new verb, bimbam, was created. “No bimbam, Mommy!” In Germany, I watched our housekeeper spill black ink on my mother’s white linen tablecloth, causing cacophonic chaos and also an exquisite Rorschach. These indelible experiences continue to manifest themselves in my love of travel, language and art.