On Thursday, November 18 my father died in the hospital, with my sister, my brother, my great friend Lukas and I at his bedside. He was 84 years old. Without over-thinking my action, I quickly created a stamp to honor my dad. When guests came to his house in observance of the Jewish tradition of mourning, following his funeral, they found the pathway strewn with stamped leaves. My eight-year-old niece, Caitlin, helped me to place the leaves on either side of the slate path.
“All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates life” said Oscar Wilde.