This one’s been in the works for awhile: My legs, imperfectly drawn, against a black beach blanket.
This art is a companion to this post.
I haven’t been to church, not except for my mom’s funeral memorial, for probably close to 20 years. But I felt drawn to church today and I was not wrong. I found a lot of answers there. And many more questions than I started with. I did not have communion but I did want to. The pastor offered me a blessing, but knowing that I’m Jewish he did not offer communion. I hesitated a moment before I decided that I’m on a hunger strike.
I made this art with my daughter and my awesome mother-in-law. It was restorative and generative at once.