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Art All Around

Posted on May 5, 2009 at 6:00 PM

 

I was raised by two very practical Holocaust Survivor parents. While my mother enjoyed the pictures I brought home from school, pinning them up in the kitchen, and the stories I wrote for her, there was never any question about pursuing any of the arts for a career. Since it was the 1960s, first you got married. My older sisters were offered a limited set of occupations to choose from: secretary, teacher, or nurse. By the time I was a teenager the world had changed and there were more options, but artist and writer was not one of them.

You can’t blame much on parents who live through the Holocaust. Mine came out of the war with an uncanny ability to concentrate on food and any occupation that would get them food the quickest. They had great survival skills, skills that saved them from starving. Everything was assessed by what its usefulness would have been during the war - to my father in Siberia and to my mother living among the Partisans in the forest. Being an artist was worse than useless; once they got to the U.S. it wouldn’t have helped either of them earn a living.

But when I think back, I see there was art all around me; I just had to look closer. There was my mother’s constant decorating, creating beauty in our tract home in Skokie; having our foyer tile done over and over until there was a swathe of interlocking tile flowers undulating in a path from the front door to the kitchen. There was one of my sisters who drew in pastels on the wall of her bedroom creating a gigantic flower garden, while the rest of us drew windows and curtains on the interior walls of an unused closet creating a tree house. And there was my father, the most practical of men, carving perfect rectangles out of the bushes under our front windows and trimming our trees carefully, until they resembled bonsai plants.

How did your family encourage or discourage creativity? How are you able to see art now from your perspective as an adult that you may not have been aware of as a child?

 

Welcome to JWorld Café, the new Poetica Magazine Blog.

Linda Pressman, Blog Editor

Categories: Holocaust

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Reply Lori
09:18 PM on May 07, 2009
I love this!! It makes me wonder..what else are we not seeing that is around us everyday? Does it have to be labled art? Will definately check back in to see more of this!!
Reply Carolyn
09:49 AM on May 09, 2009
Similar to Tevye in ?Fiddler on the Roof, my grandfather and his family fled from Kiev, Russia with no artistic relics, just the aromatic memory of homemade black pumpernickel bread, their artistic creation of sorts. My father was six years old when they arrived on Statin Island in New York harbor. He grew up with six siblings in the United States in a sparse household, lacking artistic objects, except for their prize possession, a black upright piano.

During World War II, I, six years of age, discovered my father was an artist, even though every minute of his life was spent working in the coal business in central Pennsylvania. I saw my father create the most beautiful scenic pencil drawing only once. He was a true artist!

Mother?s artistic talent was creating striking place settings at the Passover dinner table and presenting a delectable display of gourmet foods every time she entertained her friends. She was like Pearl Mesta, the entertainment hostess at the White House at that time.

As a child, I made my first water color painting of my father?s new coal cleaning plant. Being so proud of my painting and his coal cleaning plant, he framed it and put it on the wall of his office. Like Linda, my parents did not consider being an artist a viable moneymaking option, so my decision to become a multi-media art teacher was greeted by my father as a very reliable profession.

I was unable to be an art teacher on a permanent basis because of a physical handicap. Instead, I became a professional non-fiction writer, illustrator, and did acrylic/oil paintings in my spare time.

Today, I believe everything is art: the beauty of nature, the miracle of creating art and music and film, writing screenplays (using a Macintosh computer) and simply the art of living honestly with appreciation for everything God?s has given to me.
Reply Yvana
12:31 PM on May 19, 2009
Thanks for sharing your realization of simple appreciation of the art around us!
I find that I'm more critical of my child's artwork and what he can do to improve it. Instead of being discouraging, I need to encourage.
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