These paintings are based on family photographs, many taken in Williamstown, NJ during the 1950s. The narrative, should i complete, will be loving and unpleasant. You won’t believe it, anyway. That’s one of the things you learn: no one’s going to believe you.
Baba, my Polish great-grandmother, a family legend.
My grandparents’ wedding. I suspect that look was meant for her mother.
Dolly and Virginia, the sisters who will eventually drive me crazy.
Nana’s second husband standing behind a rosebush, God knows why.
My mom when she still had her swagger.
Aunt Dolly, essentially destroyed by this point, I suppose.
Mom with Chuck. The image captures her characteristic tension.
Nana and me, her captive.
Me again, in overalls and a babushka, with a chicken.
And with my brother and some background drama.
Always Mickie and Chuck, but he got to be in charge.
Nana with Mr. D., her late-life companion, a wholly good man.
Dolly in her blond era.
Chuck, hippie period.
Me passing as any sulky teenager.
My mom the plant lady at the Philadelphia Flower Show.
And in her Pennsylvania backyard. She always kept a big dog.
Me at the Gulf of Mexico a few years before Katrina.
Chuck, nature photographer.
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