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February 6, 2013
The Montpelier Valentine Phantom
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October 11, 2012
Sculpture details, as wordpress will not allow me to tell the tale along with the pictures
The sign, the 1st image, came down in a building in Baltimore, Maryland, his studio was there. I like to think he would like mine today & that he would be proud that I’ve created Jewish art for a prayerbook.
The 2nd image is a sculpture they call Zohar. As a little girl, I would look up at him, in my grandparent’s house, resting on his pedestal. I was maybe three or four & I remember loving him. I had no fear of his stern looks, I’ve earned quite a few of those in my short life. I loved him, because he was part of our family & I believed then, that he loved me back. Still do, really.
The 3rd image is of his face. He is beautiful. He has a wonderful story in history, I will try to find its source.
The 4th is of my Grandmother’s prayerbook. I put the book near the window on Salvador’s book. It appears Mr. Dali is wondering why I’ve chosen such a book to place upon his own.
The 5th image is of a miniature. Miniatures were the sculptures that my Grandfather was famous for. The King of England, the king that gave up his throne for love, this king (Queen Elizabeth’s uncle) was so impressed with Louis Rosenthal’s work that he changed the name of the Royal Charter of Miniature painters to The Royal Charter of Miniature painters & sculptures just to include Louis Rosenthal. This information, with names & dates, correct ones, can be found on the online Museum of Louis Rosenthal. Just Google Louis Rosenthal Museum & forgive my mistakes.
Everywhere Louis Rosenthal walked, people knew who he was. Once a man stopped to greet him, and Louis’s son Bernie was with him. The man bent over & said to Bernie (my great Uncle) ”Did you know your father carries a museum in his pocket?” This piece in the photo is known as, “The Bound Dancers” I took their photograph sitting atop a bottle of wine, so that their size can be measured. I had the wrong lens for it, their detail is astounding & I’ll try to capture it better one day.
The 6th image is of Ezra the scribe, this piece has a wonderful story. He had been created around the time of the Great Depression. My Great Grandfather had my grandmother, Michal (Named after King Saul’s daughter, who was King David’s first wife, its true, look it up!) Elaine & a son named Bernie. When the children came home from school, sometimes they would find a note, mostly left for Bernie, the note would ask him to go to the store to buy bread or milk. The end of the note was always the same. ”Ezra has the money.” Ezra’s base is hollow & when the children were young, it contained a box, where change was kept.
The 7th image is of Edgar Allen Poe. He remains in wax as he was carved 70+ years ago. Poe looks down upon high at me. I still fear him. Monsters of the mind, his sadness, his depression was captured perfectly by Louis Rosenthal. He is high on a shelf where I left him, because I am afraid of him as though he carries his sadness still & the sculpture is so real to me, that I believe his illness to be contagious. Crazy as a loon, am i?
I’ve corrected a few mistakes from original posts pointed out by my father.
July 4, 2012
I saw her in the corner of my eye, turned to catch it & missed & I will regret it forever
She is stunning & sweet & thoughtful in this image. Not a child, not an adult. Just Hannah I love when she stops worrying about people looking at her or she is embarrassed to be with her parents at the park. I love when she lets go of all that teenager crap. And I missed it. But the feeling is still evident & so I’m sharing it with you. Happy Fireworks.
June 27, 2012
My Beautiful Sister, the belly is my niece.
My Beautiful Sister, the belly is my niece.. To see whole post, double click on title or file above.
June 18, 2012
Looking through the window
The view is the same today, the weather can change it, time can, a storm, a rainbow, wind & rain. When I looked at the view later that day. It had changed, I know that man was made for me. Snuggled up with two of our children, teaching them something. Sometimes the view can change you.
June 12, 2012
Looks like a mess a trouble for me & the school systems
No matter what we are, we are all on the same team for life. I tell my kids the people they will know & love the longest are each other. This disgusts them, I tell them they will need to lean on each other to gather up strength to get through tough times their lives. Good memories giving you the strength you never dreamed capable of having, when needed. Life & death- same old song & dance.
I don’t really know where those morbid thoughts come from. Maybe
because that bunch of goof balls with the hairy one in the middle made a family for life. I just hope the kids make it through summer vacation with out a….
March 20, 2012
I’ve always wondered…
Black & white photography came first. Then color was captured on slide film, print film, color paper..with a huge “WOW” factor. The vibrancy of color photographs dazzles the eye. For me, black & white dazzles the soul. I feel the picture. People look thoughtful, hopeful or that they are making wishes. black & white reveals how we live, shows us whether we’ve laughed often or not enough. Black & white came first, but in most homes, images hung on walls for art’s sake are black and white. Does everyone have that emotional reaction? I think they do, instead of being distracted by color, which is our normal view. We can have everything, but the subject, become irrelevant & just focus our eyes on the people or person that bared their souls without even knowing it.
