At the Foundry Gallery:
September 30 – October 30, 2022
2118 98th St NW, Washington DC
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, 1:00 - 7:00
I’ve begun to paint my memoir. I invited the spirits of my former life and trusted that I would have a chance of touching on what Wallace Stevens called the essential poem at the center of things.
In my childhood, as in most, I made my way stumbling through the cultural landscapes I was thrown into. Saved by art school; I found a way into an artist's life: living, painting, a portrait not of its o
What’s happened so far is: I’ve outed myself as a Jewish girl, I’ve memorialized my Uncle Lionel and Aunt Mary; I have no idea what they would think. I found my mother when she was calm or serene, before my brother was born. After painting my self at my fourth birthday party, and at Miss Marlos school of dance, and spending Sunday with my cousin and brother, waiting for the TV to be turned on, I
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