At the Foundry Gallery:
2118 98th St NW, Washington DC
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, 1:00 - 7:00
I am painting my memoir. I invite the spirits of my former life and trust that I can find 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 and painting "a portrait not of its ostensible subject but of the arti
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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