Good drawing.

Thanks again!!

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Very nice drawing!

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This piece is amazing. I can't express the emotions this invokes [me being Jewish and all]. Well done.

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Perhaps it's the endless need for validation. Perhaps it's a genuine curiosity about how my art is seen from others' views...but how bout I express some very large balls and ask you to tell me what it does make you feel? Because I actually do want to know!

And if not, you can just say, "stuff".

(Thanks for the compliments, btw!)

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This piece invokes warmth and pride in my Jewish heritage. It takes one back into time, it reminds me of Jewish work that used to reflect more of the norm w/in Jewish Culture/Society & Religion. Though you are more apt to see a Jewish man such as this in Israel still, one does not see such sights here in States unless they are within the Orthodox community [this is my personal experience and probably differs from others].

A sense of nostalgia, a snap shot of a man where time has stood still. I so envy the artists who can draw like this, I never master this. There is something to be said for the more traditional of mediums w/o all the computer/digitally produced works.

You are welcome for the compliments, they are well earned.

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Ronda Miller

I don't know if you peeked at the entire exhibit from the Simon Wiesenthal Center, but I truly did love the photo this was referenced from, as well as Picture 340. They were both very artfully done. It was not at all difficult to make them into works of art since they were already - as opposed to taking a posed family snapshot and making that more artful, which can be trickier.

Since I have no experience in Jewish Orthodox culture, the man didn't bring me a sense of nostalgia, but in all his rabbi's regalia, he couldn't seem to be more different than me - an nth generation Irish-American Quaker lesbian. I wonder if I met him what on earth I would ever find to talk to him about. But then, that moment when you realize that despite everything your cultures ingrain in you, you still have common experiences and you can still understand each other across languages and religions, is indeed a beautiful moment.

One of those human experiences is wrestling with mortality. The purpose of the exhibit, I think, was for people to speak up and say these millions of people (symbolized by the hundreds of photographs) had stories and names and families and they're gone and all but forgotten. When I am gone, too - who will remember me and who would care? Maybe someone 60 years after I'm gone who never spoke my language and never had a clear concept of my religion or life would see something artful in me.

Thanks again for being a good sport there.

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