This art project is a very simple one, if you don’t mind stopping by a brook or stream in search of the perfect rock. Or a trip to the dollar store in search of marbles. This was put together by my mother & it sits, usually around her indoor house plants. A shock of blue,…
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light them up
a gift given to my mother-from me. They remain as they were when I gifted them to her a few years ago. They sit on her kitchen table. The table itself reflects the colors of her stained glass & the colors of the changing leaves of autumn. instead of fire lighting them, the sunlight did.
Bobby Fisher vs Boris Spassky
replayed in marble by my father
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’…
illuminate me
so little light, but such a breath taking sight.
wet white love muffin
His name is Blue.
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