Taking It to the Streets: Shofar Pilgrimage Elul 2020 Daily Chronicle

SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 29, September 18: Inner Ear

The shofar is not sounded on the final day of Elul but, in the silence, I looked inward and heard one in my mind’s ear. I have reached the end of my Elul pilgrimage, but not the end of my exploration. L’Shana Tova.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 28, September 17: Gates of Awe

“Open the gates of righteousness for me so I may enter them and praise the Eternal.” Psalms 118:19

פִּתְחוּ־לִ֥י שַׁעֲרֵי־צֶ֑דֶק אָֽבֹא־בָ֝ם אוֹדֶ֥ה יָֽהּ

Today is the final day the shofar is sounded until we welcome the new year. As we approach the open gates at the threshold of Rosh Hashanah and the Days of Awe, we have an opportunity to turn to the innovative spirit and resilience of our ancestors to find meaning and hope. My prayer is that this year, 5781, we discover new Gates of Awe to guide us.

Coming up On September by Marge Piercy

The New Year is a great door

that stands across the evening

and Yom Kippur is the second door. Between them

are song and silence, stone and clay pot

to be filled from within myself.

SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 27, September 16: Rhode Island Holocaust Memorial.

Today, I am standing at the Holocaust Memorial which honors those lost, and is also a tribute for Rhode Island’s remaining Holocaust Survivors. The Rhode Island Holocaust Memorial was created in response to all that we have lost and all that we have learned. By honoring the dead and celebrating the living, the mission of this memorial is to build a bridge from the past for young people and for all who seek insight, peace and solace. By providing a place for meaningful reflection, and by sharing the lessons of the Holocaust, we can only hope that the Memorial will help create a kinder world.

Also today, the Claims Conference, which coordinates restitution and reparations payments for Holocaust survivors and sponsors Holocaust education, published a survey. Trying to gauge Holocaust knowledge among millennials and Generation Z, a cohort ranging in age from 18 to 39, the survey determined that of 1,000 respondents across all 50 states, more than one in 10 American adults under 40 believes that Jews caused the Holocaust. 11% of the respondents believed the Jews were responsible for the Holocaust, 15% said they thought the Holocaust was a myth or has been exaggerated, and 20% said people talk about it too much. “If anything can, it is memory that can save humanity.” Elie Weisel

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 26, September 15: Black Lives Matter, downtown Providence. Today my pilgrimage intersects with art birthed in response to George Floyd’s murder, which launched this
summer’s series of Black Lives Matter marches of resistance, rage and grief. The shofar is indeed a call to action; let it be heard far and wide, and may Their Names reverberate in our collective consciousness.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 25, September 14: Temple Beth-El Providence. “Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.” Like other synagogues, Beth-El is closed for in-person services. But a bonus of sounding shofar outdoors was the chance to really look at this striking column, by artist Jonathan Bonner: “Strength comes from the column’s cross-section, the Star of David.”

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 24, September 13: Sons of Jacob. I imagine it has been a long time since the shofar was sounded here, certainly not by a woman, but I did so today, in honor of this synagogue, constructed in 1906- the surviving remnant of what was once a large Jewish community in the Smith Hill neighborhood of Providence. The congregation which built it was formed in 1896 by Orthodox Jews who immigrated from Russia. During that same era nearly two dozen synagogues were chartered in the city, and this building is the last one standing. The Providence Journal reported in 1906 that thousands of people had lined the streets to cheer on the procession, led by a marching band and nearly 300 Hebrew school children, when Torah scrolls were transferred into the newly erected building. May efforts succeed to restore it to its former glory.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 23, September 12: The shofar is not sounded on Shabbat, but I looked over and saw one.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 22, September 11: 9/11 8:46 a.m. The 19th anniversary of the moment the first World Trade Center tower was hit. Living in New York then, the smell, sounds and sights of that day are forever branded on my soul. Today, in Providence, I am at the Wall of Hope, memorial tiles displayed outside the Convention Center, adjacent to a Covid testing center protected by uniformed Air Force, Army and an armored truck. The staff sergeant and his men stood when I sounded the shofar and saluted. They thanked me for my service.

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Shofar Pilgrimage Elul 21, September 10: Sic Transit, Kennedy Plaza Transportation Hub, Providence. Teresa, a health-care worker who was “killing time anyway” waiting for her bus, offered to film this video when she saw me setting up my tripod.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 20, September 9: Transparency. Brown University campus. Monument by Martin Puryear, 2014. “This memorial recognizes Brown University’s connection to the trans-Atlantic slave trade and the work of Africans and African Americans, enslaved and free, who helped build our university, Rhode Island and the nation.”

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 19, September 8: Ten Thousand Suns, Providence. This public art installation affirms the the transformative and regenerative power of art. It is one of the many charms we encounter living in the Creative Capital. Ten Thousand Suns is a summer-long botanical performance started in the Summer of 2016 in which over 10,000 sunflower seeds were planted and nurtured over the course of the summer months on land that until recently sat under a highway, with high compaction, low-organic material, and embedded with toxicity.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 18, September 7: Miriam Hospital, Labor Day. Every single day is a day of awe and gratitude for the front-line workers everywhere who care for us.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 17, September 6: Masjid Al-Kareem Mosque, Rhode Island Council for Muslim Advancement, Providence. “In the Name of God, Most Widely Merciful, Most Deeply Merciful.” There is an unimaginable amount of work to do, and we must join hands to do it.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 16, September 5: On Shabbat, the shofar is not sounded but I looked across and saw one.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 15, September 4: JCS Kosher Nutrition, Jewish Alliance. Concluding the second week of my Elul pilgrimage sounding shofar for older adults arriving for lunch, vegan ice cream and connection provided generously by Kosher Nutrition Service, Neal Drobnis, JCS Kosher Nutrition Coordinator.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE 14, September 3: First Baptist Church of America, Providence. Today’s fog is slowly clearing, externally and internally. Sounding the shofar on the lawn of the spectacular First Baptist Church, founded in 1638 by Roger Williams. It remains a living monument to religious freedom.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 13, September 2: VOTE, Avenue Concept Mural, Ship Street, PVD Rain didn’t even come close to stopping me as I walked, with my shofar, to see the splendid new mural, just unveiled downtown. And rain must not stop any of you from voting on election day, whatever it takes. Four Rhode Island BIPOC artists, Angela Gonzalez, Kendel Joseph, Jessica Brown and ABOVE designed this powerful new work of public art that promotes civic engagement and citizenship. A lovely and inquisitive passerby ended up offering to record today’s sounding. I didn’t recognize his masked face at first, but my new friend turned out to be the remarkable Arnell Milhouse, Brown University’s Nelson Center Entrepreneur-in-Residence. See what can happen when you take a walk in the rain?

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 12, September 1: Underground passage, Providence Place. The subterranean spiritual work of Elul is uphill, crooked and disorienting. Twelve days in, without a map, other than my heart.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 11, August 31: The Potato Famine. “This Memorial is dedicated to the victims and survivors of the Great Irish Famine of 1845-1851. It also pays tribute to their immigrant descendants who, generation after generation, have so greatly enriched the life of America in general and of Rhode Island in particular.” Bound for America, in the wake of the Great Famine, thousands of sick, hungry and dispossessed people boarded “coffin ships” and embarked on the journey across the Atlantic Ocean, the Bowl of Tears. Off of Dyer Street, at the intersection with Friendship Street is an alcove devoted to this period in human history, as is today’s sounding.  #rhodeislandirishfaminememorial

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 10, August 30: And the Temple shall be restored. Temple Emanu-El Providence, RI. Covid-19 has temporarily closed the doors of many religious institutions. The synagogue of today is an active, meaningful virtual space, although we all long for the in-person. In the meantime, although the grand sanctuary is empty, I felt like paying a visit to Emanu-El, to check in on the progress of its transformation, and to sound the shofar for phantom minyans.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 9, August 29: On the Sabbath, the shofar is not sounded but I looked out and saw one on the rocks.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 8, August 28: Swan Point Cemetery, Temple Emanu-el of Providence section. When I was a child, and frightened of a cemetery we’d drive by on weekly trips for dinner at my grandmother’s house, my father said, “There is nothing to be afraid of in there; it’s the living you need to worry about.” Today, unafraid, I sounded the shofar for those no longer with us, and anyone else within earshot. Maimonides heard this message in the shofar’s notes: “Awaken, ye sleepers, from your slumber, and ponder over your deeds; remember your Creator and return in penitence.”

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 7, August 27: Rush hour, Providence Amtrak Station. No one to be seen upstairs in the waiting area, or on the train platforms below. Taped, static announcements repeat on timer/loop reminding the requisite masks, and the arrival and departure times of empty trains no one is going to board.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 6, August 26: Water Place Park Basin. A young man came running toward me after I sounded the shofar today. He had heard it all the way over at Kennedy Plaza, where he had just gotten off the bus. When he heard the sound, he thought is was a call to him, a call to prophetic revelation. Kevin and I had a long talk about holiness and awe. He said the shofar inspired him to proselytize, which was what he had taken the bus here to do. I wished him well in his ministry.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 5, August 25: Prospect Terrace: Standing at the feet of Roger Williams the statue and above his remains buried in the ground below, today’s shofar sounding resonated with the past and the present. From Providence’s early days, this hilltop has been a strategic location. First the site of a beacon to communicate between settlements along the Narragansett Bay, it later became part of the fortification and defense of the area during the Revolutionary War. After I sounded the calls, a young woman thanked me, saying it was the first time she’d gotten to hear the shofar this season, and it had meant a lot to her. As my pilgrimage continues, I seek to connect, with those of all faiths, in shared moments of holiness, in the spirit of the founder of our state, and his devotion to tolerance and justice. Prospect Terrace Park

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE Elul 4, August 24: R.I. Statehouse, under the watchful eye of the Independent Man, and numerous masked tourists from Azerbaijan, and assorted picnickers. “To hold forth a lively experiment, that a most flourishing civil state may stand and best be maintained with full liberty in religious concernment.”

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE: Elul 3, August 23: Pedestrian Bridge over the Providence River. Sun, sweat, gulls, gondolas, strong breeze, masked community.

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SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE: ELUL 2, August 22:  On Shabbat, the shofar is not sounded.    But I looked up, and saw one in the sky.  Downtown Providence.

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  SHOFAR PILGRIMAGE: Elul 1, August 21: Courtyard, Stillman Street.   Embarking on a new project today, the first day of the month of Elul. During this month on the Hebrew calendar, leading up to Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, the shofar is sounded in synagogues daily, except on the Sabbath. This practice serves as a ‘wake up call’ encouraging the spiritual reflection and inner work of preparation for transformation and renewal. This season, in the era of Covid 19, the synagogue venue is not possible. My Shofar Pilgrimage will entail a walk to a different location daily, in and around Providence, where I will sound the traditional calls of the shofar. It is considered a blessing to hear the shofar, and I hope it’s sound reaches people I encounter along my way, seen and unseen.

 
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Afikomen : Finding Our Missing Pieces

AFIKOMEN 2Wishing you the best, this most unusual Passover. Here is a project I will be doing with my family, in situ, and via Zoom.  I hope you find it meaningful.  Please share your results with me. Chag Pesach Sameach!

BECOMING WHOLE : AFIKOMEN PROJECT
Amy Cohen http://www.amyartcohen.com
“For an ordinary person, using a broken vessel is shameful, but for the Holy Blessed One, it not so; all that Good uses are broken vessels.” Pesikta d’rav Kahana 24:5
Judaism teaches us to accept our brokenness. The broken tablets co-exist in the Holy Ark with the in-tact second set, reminding us we can learn from our mistakes, and reconnect to what we fear we have lost.

PREPARING FOR PESACH
1. Print copies of this paper broken matzah for you and those joining your seder. Email to those who will be joining you via cyberspace.
2. On one half of the matzah, write a list of things you feel you have lost in life, parts of you that have not been realized, goals unattained, ways in which you feel flawed, broken or hidden, even from yourself.
3. On the second half of the matzah, write a list of parts of yourself you hope to uncover, new paths, new goals, new perspectives.
4. Carefully cut out the two matzah halves and set the pair aside near your seder table. After you have completed the Pesach meal and the Afikomen has been found and its pieces distributed, take out your paper matzah and share your lists with others as you connect the two halves creating a whole matzah.paper Afikomen

If you are so inclined, this can be expanded into a collage project, as chronicled below:

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Our Feet, and Voices, Were Praying

Amy and Eula

I sang my heart out and made a new friend. For the past several months, I was fortunate to participate in an extraordinary hopeful, spiritual and educational community music project, Singing the Dream.

Even in our broken world, I found camaraderie joy and peace every Wednesday night, after answering the open call for singers. On January 26, singers from all walks of life performed in the packed 700-person capacity sanctuary of Temple Emanu-El of Providence.  It was an afternoon of song and fellowship in tribute to the life and legacy of civil rights leader and American hero, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Through this annual civic and cultural event in collaboration with Providence’s Central Congregational Church, “we want our neighborhood — Christians, Jews, Muslims, atheists, agnostics — whoever they are religiously or not and whatever color their skin is, to stop once a year and say, ‘Are we just talking the talk? Or, are we walking the walk?’ said Emanu-El’s Cantor and choral director Brian Mayer. “And, bring our attention back to what Dr. King’s message was, what his dream was.” This year’s concert featured New York City’s Sing Harlem Choir and its founder, Vy Higginsen.  Higginsen, a celebrated producer and writer, created the Mama Foundation for the Arts in Harlem two decades ago to train younger generations in gospel, jazz and R&B. Higginsen’s mission has been to teach her young singers that they have a voice, and that every voice must and will be heard. Anyone who has heard Sing Harlem, would agree that Vy Higgensen is achieving her mission.

The Singing the Dream Chorus, a community chorus of singers from amateur to professional, performed African-American spirituals and Jewish hymns.  A highlight was the East Coast premiere of “I Felt My Legs Were Praying,” composed by New York-based Cantor Gerald Cohen reflecting on the historic 1965 march from Selma to Montgomery by Dr. King and 600 civil rights demonstrators, including the late Rabbi Eli Bohnen of Temple Emanu-El.  Jewish theologian and philosopher Abraham Joshua Heschel (whom King called “a great prophet” and close friend) marched alongside King from Selma to Montgomery in 1965. 

Gerald Cohen writes, “We strive to use our words, our songs, our bodies—our whole being—to work for a better and more just world.  When Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel marched with Dr. King in Selma in 1965, they exemplified religious leaders who hear the voice of the prophets and the Psalms as an explicit call to action.  In this composition, I combine the words of Rabbi Heschel after the march—most famously remembered in the phrase “I felt my legs were praying”—with a verse from Psalm 35, which also speaks of one’s very body exclaiming praise, and praise of a God who protects the poor from those who would oppress them.”

                    From Psalm 35 and the words of Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel:

Kol atzmotai tomarna Adonai mi chamocha!
matzil ani meychazak mimenu, v’ani v’evyon migozlo.

[All of my bones exclaim: Adonai, who is like You!
saving the weak from the powerful, the needy from those who would prey on them.]

And yet our legs uttered songs—
The march from Selma was a protest, a prayer.
Even without words, our march was worship,
I felt my legs were praying!

“I Felt My Legs Were Praying” was a complex, fascinating and challenging work for a small, amateur chorus to tackle. Because of Cantor Meyer’s enthusiasm and determination, as well as his expertise as a musician and educator, we were inspired to deconstruct, examine and conquer the music, embracing its remarkable sophistication and beauty.  At one rehearsal, we were honored with a rare treat- a master class, via Skype, with Gerald Cohen himself.  To receive feedback and insight from the composer further enriched our understanding and appreciation of his masterpiece.

Temple Emanu-El’s late senior Rabbi Eli Bohnen invited King to address the Rabbinical Assembly’s convention in New York in 1968. There, King was serenaded with “We Shall Overcome” performed in Hebrew and later declared: “Probably more than any other ethnic group, the Jewish community has been sympathetic and has stood as an ally to the Negro in his struggle for justice.” King was assassinated ten days later. Our chorus  joined voices with Sing Harlem and standing-room-only crowd, filling the sanctuary with our rendition, in Hebrew and English. Many wept. Actually, I am pretty sure everyone wept.

The morning of the concert, my friend Eula and I were sitting the the sanctuary pews.  Complete strangers at the onset, we had sung together for months, connected by the shared sense of divine presence conjured through song.  That, and and mutual appreciation for great fashion. Eula pulled something from her bag, and said, “I brought this to give to you.”  My beautiful new treasure is a silky scarf emblazoned with the words ‘Great Heroines’  and the strong smiling faces of Sojourner Truth, Ida Wells, Mary McLeod Bethune, Rosa Parks and Harriet Tubman. I am rarely speechless. Even without words, I felt my tears were praying.

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Elul: A Time to Search and Destroy

“It does not do to leave a dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.” -J.R.R. Tolkien

Throughout the Hebrew month of Elul, the shofar is sounded every day except the Sabbath, in preparation for Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year.  In Aramaic, the language spoken by Jews at the time months were first named, Elul means “search.”

The entire month, blasts of the shofar serve as a ‘wake-up call’ to begin our internal search- the deep, spiritual work of the season. However, the day before Rosh Hashanah the shofar is silent. It is said one reason for this change in pattern is to confuse Satan, who may have viewed the daily repetition as mindless routine and is rattled by  the sudden stop. Befuddling Satan, throws him off his evil game.

The pregnant pause in the pattern also provides us with the opportunity to reset, to collect our intentions for the resumption of the shofar, which, before it is sounded in the Torah service Rosh Hashonah mornings, is introduced by the recitation of a series of six Hebrew verses. The acronym formed by the first letter of each of these verses spells out the phrase Kra Satan, “rip up [destroy] Satan.” This declaration expresses the desire to  rid ourselves of our own debilitating negativity and the evil influences in our midst.

According to gematria, the numerical representation of Hebrew letters and words, the Hebrew word for “Satan” equals 359. The word “nachash” (the snake in the Garden of Eden) equals 358. Kabbalah teaches that in tabulating the numerical value of a word, the number one may be added to represent the word as a whole. Therefore “Satan” and “nachash,” both equalling 359, may be viewed as synonyms for negative energy or evil.   The spiritual counterbalance to the primordial snake and Satan is the Messiah, whose name, fittingly, also equals 359.

The upcoming Jewish new year, 5780, contains the number 80, the numerical value for the Hebrew letter pey,  meaning “mouth,” and by extension, “word,” “expression,” “breath.”  The number 80 is the same numerical value of the words yesod and gevurah, “foundation” and “strength.” There seems to be more and more evil in our world, whether in the form of dragons, snakes or human incarnations of Satan. It won’t do, to leave this tragic reality out of our calculations. It will take a foundation of creativity, courage, strength and leadership for us to banish Satan and begin the holy work of repair.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Talk to Strangers, One Smile at a Time

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In spite of my optimism two years ago, when I first published “You’re Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile,” the news has not been so good. Violence, against humanity and our planet, is on the rise. Evil seems to be seeping from our leaders, corporations, and predators, staining  what is left of our collective moral fiber.  I reflect often upon my favorite Akira Kurosawa quote, “It is better to be mad in a sane world, than sane in a mad world,” though it offers only minor solace.

However,  I continue to wear my smiley face handbag, with the same results I described in that early post.  And, I see the direct, positive impact it has on others.  I’ve decided it’s time to recognize the treasured, yet fleeting, interactions I have with others, and chronicle them through my new instagram project  @onesmileyfaceatatime. Now, when a someone spots my handbag, and greets me with a hearty, “I love your bag, ” or simply starts laughing, my new practice is to stop, chat for a moment, and give them a smiley button as a souvenir of our encounter.  With permission, I photograph my new pals and post the pictures. It’s my Johnny Appleseed approach to making the world a better place, planting one smile at a time.

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                                     You’re Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile

first published  August 19, 2017


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I happened upon an article in The Times of Israel chronicling the recent discovery of “history’s oldest smiley face,” After 7 grueling years of excavations near the Turkish border of war-torn Syria, the site of a famous biblical battle, archeologists uncovered a 4,000 year-old pot featuring the classic, stylized representation of a smiling face, comprised of the black dots and arc reminiscent of Harvey Ball’s 1963 design. Commissioned by an insurance company as part of a campaign to bolster the morale of its employees, the smiley face quickly became part of popular culture.  It is central to today’s text-based cyber-communication, conveying tone and emotion through facial gestures in the short-hand language of emoticons.

Reading of the  survival and re-emergence of this smile from 1700 BCE has filled me with a sense of hope.  It also resonates with my choice of handbag.

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When I rediscovered a treasured smiley face purse from childhood last year, I knew it was just the right accessory for me to sport once again.  The election year had quickly escalated from strange to disturbing,  and I felt the need for just such a bright spot.  I have worn this bag in the subsequent 6 surreal months. My sartorial decision has had more impact than I could have imagined.

On a regular basis, people stop me on the street, honk and wave at me from their cars, approach me in stores, symphony halls and on public transportation, grinning, laughing and warmly letting me know how much they love my handbag. The day after the violence in Charlottesville,  a somewhat dour woman eyeing me on the subway suddenly, earnestly, thanked me for wearing the bag, “especially during these times.” I found myself responding, “It helps, doesn’t it?”

What I’d thought was my private, playful fashion statement seems to be providing a much-needed public service.  In troubled times, there is solace in discovering that each of us can be ambassadors of goodwill, even with a simple smile.

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L’Shana Tova 5779: Come As You Are

East Side Bus Tunnel, Providence, Rhode Island, 2018

The series of sounds of the shofar, helps us prepare for the work of the year ahead.

Tekiah: we are whole

Shevarim: we are broken

T’ruah: we are shattered

   Tekiah g’dolah: we are whole; transformed through the holy work of repair, reinvention and renewed commitment to making our lives a blessing.

Home Team?

You can take the girl out of Philadelphia, but you can’t take Philadelphia out of the girl. My visit this weekend reminded me of the devout pride Philly has in its teams. Yesterday, in a horribly long line for the register at the Center City Trader Joe’s, an announcement came over the loudspeaker instructing customers to chime in and sing the Eagles’ fight song, on the count of 3. That happened, in a big way, with boisterous Philly enthusiasm. Today, the at 30th Street Station, in “Eagles Nation,” the arrival of my train home was energetically announced by an Amtrak employee, wearing an oversized green Eagles jersey, beaming, shaking hands and high-fiving passengers as we filed onto the escalator. While I love the home I have made in Providence, RI, for tonight’s Super Bowl, I’d rather be an Eagles fan.

You’re Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile

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I happened upon an article in The Times of Israel chronicling the recent discovery of “history’s oldest smiley face,” After 7 grueling years of excavations near the Turkish border of war-torn Syria, the site of a famous biblical battle, archeologists uncovered a 4,000 year-old pot featuring the classic, stylized representation of a smiling face, comprised of the black dots and arc reminiscent of Harvey Ball’s 1963 design. Commissioned by an insurance company as part of a campaign to bolster the morale of its employees, the smiley face quickly became part of popular culture.  It is central to today’s text-based cyber-communication, conveying tone and emotion through facial gestures in the short-hand language of emoticons.

Reading of the  survival and re-emergence of this smile from 1700 BCE has filled me with a sense of hope.  It also resonates with my choice of handbag.

SMILEY FACE POT.png

When I rediscovered a treasured smiley face purse from childhood last year, I knew it was just the right accessory for me to sport once again.  The election year had quickly escalated from strange to disturbing,  and I felt the need for just such a bright spot.  I have worn this bag in the subsequent 6 surreal months. My sartorial decision has had more impact than I could have imagined.

On a regular basis, people stop me on the street, honk and wave at me from their cars, approach me in stores, symphony halls and on public transportation, grinning, laughing and warmly letting me know how much they love my handbag. The day after the violence in Charlottesville,  a somewhat dour woman eyeing me on the subway suddenly, earnestly, thanked me for wearing the bag, “especially during these times.” I found myself responding, “It helps, doesn’t it?”

What I’d thought was my private, playful fashion statement seems to be providing a much-needed public service.  In troubled times, there is solace in discovering that each of us can be ambassadors of goodwill, even with a simple smile.

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A Reflection on Squash and the Arts

squash-art-1I recently attended my first squash match at Brown University’s Pizzitola Sports Center. It was an afternoon featuring the top men’s singles players from Brown against Princeton in one of the last meets of this season. Beyond the spectacular display of athleticism and strategy, I found myself enjoying an unexpected inter-disciplinary arts extravaganza.

It’s a fast, hard game, not for the feint of heart. The improvised, high speed same-sex pas de deux, performed by opponents in a circumscribed  4-walled court, has an intensity and grace that rival a choreographed modern dance concert. With speeds up to 176 mph, the repetitive, percussive Edgard Varese-esque thwack of the ball against the cubicle walls is hypnotic and engaging. Could artist Sol Lewitt’s  Wall Drawing #118 have been inspired by the trajectory of endlessly surprising angles traveled by a squash ball in play?  A player’s ability to change the direction of the tiny hollow rubber ball at the last instant is a tactic used to unbalance one’s opponent. Gravity appears to be defied. Sound and movement are driven, unpredictable and exciting, the elements of great theater

And then… there are the walls.

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Each court is covered in what looks, at first, like an updated abstract version of Upper Paleolithic Chauvet Cave painting. Bearing the scars of thousands of black marks chronicling prior squash battles, the white walls simultaneously exhibit documentation of the past as well as a live performance-art work in the making. In the visual art world, this kind of process-based art-making, where drawings are mostly composed of the residual markings of movement, emerged from the  Abstract Expressionism and Action painting movements. Although I found the multiple squash matches exciting and engrossing, I confess, I found the walls equally enchanting. As I watched speeding balls creating the accumulation of new black marks in varied compositions, my mind wandered to art history.

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Jackson Pollack’s landmark 1940s drip paintings were the result of his actions, the paintbrush merely an extension of his arm. Each movement would fling paint onto the floor canvas.  In the late 1950s, Shiraga Kazuo, eliminated the paintbrush altogether and used his entire body as the art-making tool. Suspended, he painted with his feet on floor-based canvases, and once wrestled mud as a public performance. John Cage’s Cleaning My Pen, an undated artifact from the composer’s days at Black Mountain College and Art Center is, as advertised, a sheet of the repeated black ink marks with which fountain pen users are familiar. cleaning-my-pen-john-cage

William Anastasi’s pocket drawings of the late 1960s involved paper sheets folded into eight squares, making them small enough to fit into the artist’s pocket. As he walked, he held a tiny, soft pencil against the exposed paper inside the cramped space of his pocket; the resulting marks graph his movements. When he deemed a section complete, Anastasi refolded the sheet, creating a new blank surface; the process began again.

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Using paper as a stage, dancer Trisha Brown, in her work It’s a Draw/Live Feed, 2003, moved across a sheet large enough to encompass her whole body. Holding pastels or graphite in her fingers and toes, she rolled, pivoted, pushed, skidded, pulled and swooped, breaking her materials, skipping them over the surface, rubbing up the texture of the floor beneath, sweating, fidgeting, smearing, resulting in a series of drawings.its-a-draw-trisha-brownBarb Bondi is an artist working today in the tradition of mark-making as evidence of human activity.  In her ongoing Work Effort Subset Series, she dusted the wheels of her office chair with powdered graphite to record the imprint of the chair’s wheels as Bondi completed a week of work,  making tangible the efforts of labor.

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To create her work titled Suspension, Bondi slept in a head-to-foot spandex body suit enhanced with compressed charcoal fragments to record body movement. She slept on a 72 X 38 inch piece of Stonehenge paper mounted on plywood. When she awoke, the charcoal had marked her movements during sleep. 

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Kevin Townsend, another contemporary artist, created Residue of a Shadow. The gallery installation of gilded tea bags filled with powdered graphite, responded to any movement in the space, transferring graphite which marked the wall, creating the drawing.  Townsend states, “Deposited over time, as human movement through an interstitial space caused the bags to sway- the force of each impact adds a fine layer of graphite…So much of what I’m working with now is about what is left behind, the residue. Our memories are like this, the accumulated residue of our actions, the debris of sensation and cognition accumulated over time, marking us.”

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My squash meet reverie may not reflect the passion others have for this compelling sport. Nor will it be of much value in the continuing debate on inclusion of squash as an olympic sport. But take a look, next time you can, at the art that is happening  where you least expect it.