I had just gotten back to the states from Yeshiva in Israel, and didn’t know what to do with myself.
Am I an artist trying to work in religious themes, or am I a religious person trying to make art? Thoughts on a decade of Matisyahu and knowing oneself.
I have pictures of my bar mitzvah. There are lots from my wedding. Somewhere, there is even a videotape of my birth that I regret having watched once. We cherish the markers in life that signal our progress and try to capture those moments for the future.
It is always an interesting experiment to go to Art Basel in Miami with the intent of discovering contemporary Jewish art. The odds are good that there will simply be nothing to report on.
My daughter and I made this today — we found the frame, covered in dirt in a heap of rubble...
A smattering of the inspired imagery that pops up when you enter "Jew" as a search term on a stock photo site...
While I had begun to figure out my Judaism in college, Rick had been redeveloping his own Christian faith. I met my wife through this involvement, and now Rick had met his as well.
Bonding over salads and stories, a relationship changes forever.
Stop trying to be pretty. Pretty is boring. And silly. And boring. The portraits of your life are not perfect. But then again, neither are you.
