Art, like his Jewish heritage, has always been at the core of his being. A native New Yorker, Aaron Morgan was artistically trained at the High School of Art & Design; he attended Pratt Institute and is a graduate of The Cooper Union '66. He is a member of the Pastel Society of America, the Connecticut Pastel Society, president of the Art Council of Port Washington as well as an officer of The Art Guild of PW (TAG). His work has been exhibited internationally and corporations and private collectors collect his art.

Morgan traces his Jewish roots far back before his father changed his name in 1927 from Morgenstern. He can trace his lineage back to 1787 and has records of each person dating back from his father to his multi-great, great grandfather, the great Hasidic master, Menachem-Mendel of Kotzk. Like his illustrious ancestor, who spent his life searching for "truth," Morgan too is searching for truth; the difference is that he uses pencil and paper, or paint and canvas instead of books and prayer.

I dedicate the "Mound" series to those who died in the Holocaust and have no one to remember or say "Kaddish (the prayer for the dead)" for them. This work is a visual prayer for those that died at the hands of the Nazis during the Shoah. The "Mound" series is my response to my artistic reawakening to the history of my people. It is not about showing the horrors that occurred in the past; it is not just saying "Never Again"; it is not about my journey or my anger as a response to the Holocaust; it is about my responsibility to my people, my community, my family, my children and mostly to my grandchildren, to retell the story of the Holocaust.

Once again, as in almost every generation, tyrants have tried to destroy the Jewish people and yet we survive. This series is my Haggadah. My telling of the story of our horrific, unimaginable plight prepared for future generations. L'Dor V'Dor, from generation to generation.

"I see myself in the mounds."

If this were a different time, or another place, it would be me in those mounds of starving or dead humanity. I see myself in the "Mound Paintings!" I see myself huddled with my wife and generations of my family and extended family, together with my friends and my neighbors. They would have been the people next to me, locked in a cattle car with me, transported to a concentration camp with me, selected while being next to me and they would have worked or died being dehumanized and destroyed together with me.