I grew up in an Ohio neighborhood in the 1950’s where being Jewish was better kept quiet. We lived in our own self-imposed shtetl. Our neighborhood barber had a J tattooed on his arm; the women working at Davis Bakery were survivors who sliced challah and cried; a Sabbath school teacher told us how soap was made from dead Jews. My Judaic sculptures of wood and stone speak to those memories; my pieces say, “look at me, if you see beauty, you see Judaism.” Wood and stone are everywhere. They are eternal. So are the Jews.
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