I have been to 37 countries and my bucket list is constantly growing. I travel to explore the tremendous beauty and cultural diversity of this planet. I travel to get lost in the adventure of discovery. I travel to challenge myself and put things back in perspective. I have been to the most important Christian, Judaic, and Hindu cities. I have seen the world’s largest religious monument. I have visited ancient Buddhist, Jain, Islamic, Roman, and Nabatean sites. I have interacted with the Maasai and Karen tribes. I have touched the intricate carvings of the Alhambra, the delicate stone inlays of the Taj Mahal, the bas-reliefs of the Temple of Horus, and remnants of the Berlin Wall. I have slept in a bomb shelter, haveli, cave hotel, kettuvallam, ryokan, gompa, tiny house built on lava, and transparent capsule suspended from a cliff. I have shed tears inside Yad Vashem, the Killing Fields of Choeung Ek, and 9/11 Memorial Museum. I have walked through the biggest slum in Africa. I have smelled dead bodies burning on the banks of the Ganga. I have tasted delectable laal maas, fugu shirako, and alligator quiche. I have cruised the Kerala Backwaters and Nile River. I have soaked in a hammam, an onsen, and the Playboy Mansion jacuzzi. I have floated in the Dead Sea and swum in the Blue Lagoon. I have bathed an elephant and watched a pride feasting on a buffalo. I have camped out on the most glaciated peak in the contiguous US and on the dunes of the Great Indian Desert. I have hiked the Inca Trail and one of the most active volcanoes. I have trekked in the Himalayas and summited the tallest free-standing mountain on earth. I have run a marathon, completed a century ride, and mastered the Ashtanga Primary Series. I have snowboarded in the Rockies and tried surfing in Mexico, snorkeling in Hawaii, scuba diving in Florida, horseback riding in Colorado, ziplining in Guatemala, ultralight flying in Costa Rica, skydiving in California, and paragliding in Lebanon. I have sprained my knee in Florence, gotten bedbug bites in Siem Reap, and had my purse stolen in Paris. I have returned to my father’s birthplace, which was not possible when I lived 80 miles away, but only after I immigrated, obtained a PhD, and worked with the US Government.
– Garden of Lost Dreams (Mi Alma Echo Gardens) ~ July 2011
– LA Downtown Art Walk (620 S. Main St) ~ Oct 2011
– Brite People (Echoes Under Sunset) ~ Aug 2012
– Mirrors of the Mind: The Psychotherapist as Artist (Art Share LA) ~ Nov 2013, 14, 16, 17
– Immersive Future (Touchon & Co Gallery) ~ June 2019