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How apt to pair this with the "Excavation" painting, as you excavate your mom's (and your) life.

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Thanks, Amy. Yep, that was intentional 😃

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Beautiful writing. This post is so raw--and hits hard. I love the way you tie together the threads of the story of your parents, of you, of the art world--while still allowing them to be loose. You don't attempt to paint a single, cohesive narrative--instead, you give us finished and unfinished pieces, much like the work you have been uncovering from your mom and dad. Thanks for sharing your story.

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Thank you Emily.. this was definitely a looser stab, the material, the experience still undigested.. Much appreciate your kind words here.

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Oof. Your last line. So good.

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Thank you Jill.

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Consolidating and clearing away a lifetime is no small task. We all have to cope as best we can.

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Xoxo

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This is hard for you but a wonderful way to grieve for your parents and yourself while sharing a beautifully written memoir. I thank you for sharing.

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Thank you for all your support Marge

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Such beautiful writing, I hope to become sea foam or morning light. “They are sea foam and sea trash, morning light, and thunder clouds”

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What a week you had with so much natural drama providing a booming backdrop to your Atlantic City mission! It is good to write of it. Later, you might doubt your memory that so much happened at once. Also good to let this work have some lulls.

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Thank you, Tara. It was crazy and oddly wonderful and I’m glad to record it.

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