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I’m going back to my parents’ again this weekend and these days every time I do my mom and I look through old family photographs.
my grandfather (age 17) beside me on the train
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After Robert’s death she began her renowned Holocaust-related works, more than two hundred and fifty paintings and wall hangings devoted to that topic. “It was a tribute to him, in a way,” she says. “He was in the U.S. Air Force during the Second World War and saw Dachau and other concentration camps soon after they were liberated. That experience never left him.”
She still is painting, adding to the more than one thousand works she has created, hundreds of which are in the collections of museums and other public institutions. “It might seem that law school was just an incidental precursor to my actual career as an artist,” she says, “but the connection is much stronger than that. Like an attorney, an artist is making an argument, and you have to know how to present it: what to include, what to emphasize, how to capture your audience’s attention, what to leave out. All those skills were taught to me at the University of Chicago Law School. I am very, very grateful for the aptitudes I was fortunate enough to acquire at that great place of learning.”
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~ grandparents
(Source: law.uchicago.edu)
Rae (-families), 19something/2011
In the process of updating my 180 series, and I still have to develop a couple rolls from the past few days in NY.
(Source: ninaperlman.com)
(by Nina Perlman)
Still in NY, back to Baltimore tomorrow.
This is Froggy. We ordered him from a mail-order catalog when he was a tadpole. He had a brother, too: Spooky. They were in the same tank for a while, until Spooky tried to eat Froggy, and we moved Froggy to a separate tank. Then when I was in 1st grade, my Dad was cleaning their tanks and he accidentally flushed Spooky down the toilet.
Apparently Froggy died a while ago and I wasn’t told. This frog was 16 years old.
Just after the U.S. invasion of Iraq.
I was 11 years old and every night in our hotel room, my family would watch the news together and my father would explain in far too detailed of a manner how night vision works and why it looks green. That would become a long-standing inside joke among the four of us.
As it got later, we’d turn off the T.V. and my father would read us excerpts from George Carlin’s Brain Droppings to unwind before we went to bed. A typical bedtime reading for our family, however odd it would undoubtedly be for most.
It’s funny which memories stick with such vivid detail.
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It makes me feel like there are all these precious, vulnerable, breakable things in nature, and that you’re treading incredibly lightly through them, observing them with awe and capturing the moments
And that we get to come with you
Have fun on your projects.
Love you
G’night.
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~ I love you too, Mom. So much.
