I was born in Berlin in 1925, living under constant threat. On Kristallnacht, I fled past our burning synagogue to find our school in total devastation, where we 25 remaining children said farewell with songs and hora dances by candlelight. I sent my little brother Erwin on a Kindertransport to England and I fled to America thanks to my stepmother’s affidavit and visa, though my dear grandparents perished in Auschwitz. In America, I discovered an aptitude for design, eventually becoming a full-time artist whose work can be seen across the world. Come to Portraits of Survival to learn more.