replayed in marble by my father
Category: photography
stacked stones
my mother’s porch. her glass art, a miniature, sits atop her pile of stones. someday those stones could find themselves as sand, then fired in a kiln, made into glass… DIY art project…the stacking of stones is one anyone can do. Glue together if they are to sit in the garden.
rock, paper, scissors & glass
her media choices are ever changing, her style changes as does the seasons. My mother finds an art form & takes it every direction she cares to, until she stumbles onto another. Her studio table, today, is covered in glass- bright, colorful & sharp. All waiting to be assembled. On her shelves, sit her origami…
the mask
this was sculpted by my great grandfather, Louis Rosenthal.
college sits on the shelf
i grew up surrounded by books about Bob Dylan or Kabbalah or physics or Sir Isaac Newton or chess plays by Bobby Fisher. What about Dad’s Hasselblad or the Talmud? I grew up in Vermont, snowed in with three channels. I read almost every book on my mother’s fiction shelves (I read ‘fear of flying’…
pieces of glass
glow all over my mother’s house
illuminate me
so little light, but such a breath taking sight.
She stands over someone
in Georgia
only 50 cents
a ride. Some strip mall in Georgia.
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