I usually much prefer to talk about literally anyone else in the world but myself (let’s hear it for girl-training amiright) so I will now be tricking myself into talking about me by conducting an interview… with myself. lol

:~)

TG: Thanks for sitting down with me today! Why don’t you start by giving me two truths and a lie?

TG: Yes wow what a brilliant idea I love this game. 1) My go-to/can’t-live-without spices are lemon pepper, garlic salt, and red pepper flakes 2) I have never been outside of the United States 3) when i was a kid the colors of my bedroom walls were neon green and blue

TG: Number 3 is the lie?

TG: Number 2! I’ve actually been to 28 countries, my parents loved travelling and had no intention of stopping just because they had kids, so my sister and I got to tag along on many an adventure.

TG: Amazing. Tell me more about your fam — do your parents still like travelling?

TG: Well my dad, Rob, is dead, which can get in the way of travelling — because the whole “dead” thing tends to be pretty sedentary — but we’re still very close and he seems to get out and see the sights as much as time allows.

TG: * stares in she-has-dead-dad-idk-what-i’m-supposed-to-say silence *

TG: But! My mom still loves travelling – she’s an English teacher and loves to ride her bike everywhere. My little sister is brilliant and beautiful, she was always “the smart one” of us two and I talk about that a lot with my therapist til this day! We were born in the Bay Area and lived on Long Island for a few years when I was young (so no one better come for Long Island. I will defend it with my life).

TG: AhEm. Ok,,, Anyway? This acting thing! I mean, man oh man, just such a difficult career…

TG: Thanks for that! So very original of you to point out!

If you’re trying to ask why it is that I’m an artist, it’s because my annoying asking-"Why?"-about-everything-toddler-stage never really ended. I have so many goddamn questions about this bizarre “human experience” thing. And I am an artist because I’m on a life-long quest to find some motherfucking answers! Studying linguistics and anthropology, i.e. the study of language and study of people, at UCLA has shut me up about a few of the things I want so badly to know (like: are greetings conditioned in a gendered way? when did the whole “race” concept become a thing? what makes stephen sondheim so good at his job? etc etc). And yet, as satisfying as it was to feel like I was fulfilling My Goal of Knowing Everything, here I am dedicating my life to art – a domain in which the only established answer is that there are infinite answers. So I guess that must mean I view the expansive ambiguity of art as more riveting than concrete answers. That this process of asking questions forever, as is necessary in art, is as close as I’ll get to having any answers. That the answer is the journey. And that this journey of asking and searching and collaborating and arguing is the most human, important shape my life could take.

TG: ,,,,,,Huh. Ok! Any other bullet points I should know?

TG: Yes.

  • I love Yo-Yo Ma

  • 90% of my closet is hand-me-downs I stole from my grandmas and my dad

  • My name means “dew from the heavens” in Hebrew

  • I’m a double scorpio so very intense and very passionate

  • My car’s name is Sunne, he is stickshift, bright blue, convertible at 310,000 and he is my son

  • gay.