06/07/2025
I have always loved drawing and painting. When I was a little girl, art was often my escape from difficult feelings that I didn’t know how to deal with—sadness over being teased, seeing my mother cry, feeling excluded by my older sister and her friends or sometimes by my own friends. I could escape into a world of bright colors and shapes, and that would make me happy.
I would go with my parents to art museums (I was fortunate to grow up in Washington DC, near wonderful museums and galleries, and to get to visit NY often, where family lived, to go to MOMA and the Met) and lose myself staring into Monet’s water lilies or Jackson Po***ck’s drips.
I always took art classes as a child, once with a well known local artist/family friend. When it came time to go to college, I wanted to study art. Family and teachers told me I was “too smart to be an artist.” Looking back that seems like such an odd assessment—“You’re too smart to do something you love.” So, I compromised. I went to Harvard, but majored in art history and studio art. People used to look at me askance when I told them I studied art at Harvard. Probably the least competitive major there! Although I hated when we had to critique each others’ work in classes. Art for me was always about expression and healing.
At the end of college, I did an internship with Sally Denman, where I learned about the field of art therapy.
And I wrote my senior thesis on the works Jackson Po***ck produced as part of his Jungian analysis.
My budding interest in psychology began to dovetail with my love for art. After college, I studied the connection between creativity, mood disorders, and spirituality in the New York School artists (Rothko, Po***ck, etc) with a professor at Harvard Med School.
Over time, I would integrate the arts into my psychotherapy and spiritual direction practices, to encourage others to use art to heal their own wounds.
But I have always continued to crave making my own art. And I have, over the years, between my career and child raising.
Danny Flores build me an art studio in our old house. And in the last few years, has encouraged me to take up art again in earnest. To reclaim this identity.
So, it’s thrilling to be participating in Open Studios for the first time, especially as I enter a new decade (my 60’s) and seek to say yes to new opportunities.
I feel like one of those creators in the ads in movie theaters: “I’m Alissa Hirshfeld, and I make art!