Eve lives inside my skin...she is primal, she is woman, she is curious, she is new, she is wild...Eve is not "The fallen slut that caused all the trouble," though oversimplifications of texts would have us believe that.
From the time Evan left until college I never felt truly secure with friends. The years in between were filled with anger, loneliness, and an inability to feel close to anyone, until I met Simcha. Suddenly it occurred to me that I could try mixing my art with my religion.
A #longread story: The world finally realized that religion was the source of all their problems. So they outlawed it. This is what happened next.
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.
A magnetic field is unseen but there is nothing spiritual about it. It’s just a different kind of matter.
I needed to find the meaning in all this. I found two rabbis who comforted me, one from the Talmud, and one from Ohio.
There was no flash of light or rumbling from heaven; I just had this depressed sensation that was a lot like waking up hungover and with deep, unnameable regret.
I got into an argument with a friend about religion and science -- was I nuts to do so?
I was 4 years old when I asked my dad about the oiled African American muscle men in majestic flexed poses, “Why is he brown?” That was when I first realized there could be offense attached to skin color.
