Tag: journeys

  • Women and their art/life journeys

    This was written by a member of my art group: ORA – after she took a look around the museum and saw what we had hung – and without us there to impede the vision.

    None of us in this group is really young in age – but we are all young at heart.
    Age is no barrier to our, or anyone’s, constantly pushing ourselves in our lives!

    So – continue to Grow Older Better!

    After everyone left our set up at the Oregon Jewish Museum I took one last look around. This is what I saw:

    Diane Fredgant’s brilliance on silk: creation, the red sea, blessings, journeys, explosions of color!

    Sharon Segal’s suitcase series that create memories of travels we’ve had and travels we’ve only dreamed of.

    Laura Joy Fendel takes us to Miriam’s well; a three dimensional fabric piece that makes you want to drink the rich deep blue waters of healing,

    Robin Esterkin’s portraits of women and men that recall another century.

    Sara Harwin’s geometric newest ultrasuede interpretations of hebrew words and their deeper meanings.

    Esther Liberman’s meticulous beadwork (a journey in the making, no doubt): a memorial candle for Miriam,
    and jewelry exquisite beyond words!

    Leslie Elder’s luscious water colors depicting a family’s journey to Ein Gedi, the dance of Miriam, and more.

    Rosana Berdichevsky’s collages that blend words and images and color that bring you comfort- that bring you home.

    Sabina Wohlfeiler has taken us to her childhood as a displaced person in Germany to her arrival in the US, and now to her artistic visions as a contemporary painter.

    Lynn Dorman has created a delightful photographic album of her Exodus from the east coast to the promised land of Portland.

    ….and I’m feeling pretty good about the glass seder plate I created to honor the memory of six women who survived the Holocaust and became role models for me.

    Yes, there is even more than I have described here…..!

    If you’re still reading this, please join us for our opening. Most of us will be there to welcome you.
    Robin, Rosana, and Julie….we wish you all speedy healing.

    Eddy Shuldman

  • Back on Track

    This year started with my being so busy I not only did not exercise I did not post to this blog…

    I am a firm believer in do as I say – not as I do : – )

    It’s much easier to be the one dispensing advice than it is to take advice – something I figured out a while ago.

    I was trying to help a friend with some marketing ideas and some other friends with weight management issues.
    What did I tell them? DO DO DO…but while advising them to DO – I was not DOing my own stuff!

    So this week I am back to doing – went to the health club, did more working on my own business and art project and got some mess under control.

    My art group will have a show at the Oregon Jewish Museum in February and the theme is Exodus…. I decided to make mine my own story of my 40 years between leaving New York and arriving in Portland. Not sure yet how it will be displayed – or even what exactly I will display – but the 40 year journey seemed more than a simple coincidence.

    In the last few weeks I have been sorting through decades of photos – family photos, some of my many trips, different places I have lived, pets I have had – and some of this trip through photo-nostalgia is sad…some happy…and most amazing!

    You know those photos and slides you never labeled because you were so sure you would always remember that person? that place? that flower? that tree? that river? mountain? waterfall?

    Guess what? Even when a date is stamped on the slide – I am not too sure where it was taken or of what….The older photos from my early years into my teens are of people no longer recall – even when there is a name associated with the picture.

    Some photos I have were taken of and by my mother – many from before she was married and some from after. [As I was the photobug I got the box and albums of her photos.] Now I wish I had sat down with her and had her recall more about her life…she lived to be 95 but I never spoke with her with the photos in hand – even when she was visiting for weeks on end. We talked about it – but it always seemed here would be time to do this – at some other time….

    The moral of all the above? DO and do it now…