laura naomi rubin

My mother Joan wove her visual art making into the small moments of my childhood. From drawing characters on brown paper lunch bags, to sitting and painting with me side by side, she instilled in me a love, and modeled for me a practice, of making art. 

A midwife by profession, bright and funny; she was an artist in her movement through the world. Watching her make art, and making art together, was part of our daily life and became integrated into the nature of our bond as a language and instinct we shared. Since her death when I was nearly nine years old, I have continued to feel tied and fueled by her through the meditative yet energizing work of making visual art. 

For me, visual art has been a constant. It has been deeply personal work, it has connected me with loved ones and it has brought me into community with other artists committed to challenging structures of inequality and confronting injustice. It is exciting to share my work with you; thank you for visiting.