SNAPSHOTS

A FAMILY ALBUM

I’m not trying to convince you of anything. You would never understand.
You would never really believe me. No one ever does. 

Baba, my Polish great-grandmother from Riga, a family legend.
She died before I could see her for myself.

My great-grandmother, Williamstown, NJ, 1955-1960.

Baba, 14″ by 18″ oil on canvas

My grandparents’ wedding. He divorced her for desertion.
She told her daughters he never did anything for them.
He drank beer and carried a gun and it was Prohibition.
A Russian, he Americanized his name to Mike Miller.

Nana’s wedding, 18″ by 24″ oil on canvas

Sisters Dolores and Virginia.
Dolly took her stepfather’s name and made a religion of her family.
Virginia, my mother and the elder sister, reverted to Miller.

Sisters, 14″ by 18″ oil on canvas

My step-grandfather standing behind a rosebush, God knows why.
We somehow never had anything to say to each other.

Grandpop, 14″ by 18″ oil on canvas

My mom when she still had her swagger.
She was vain and damaged and beautiful and interested in everything and very much alive.

Virginia, 18″ by 24″ oil on canvas

Aunt Dolly, already defeated.
She refused to see and refused to act and made an art of passive aggression.
The most intelligent and witty of her mother’s children.

Dolly, 11″ by 14″ oil on canvas

My mother and brother.
The image captures her characteristic tension.

Spring, South Jersey, 14″ by 18″ oil on canvas

Nana and me, her captive.

Nana and me, 14″ by 18″ oil on canvas

Me again, in overalls and a babushka, with a chicken.
I have this sense of Jersey sandy soil in my bones.
The smell of tomato leaves, cement birdbaths surrounded by zinnias.

Red scarf, 14″ by 18″ oil on canvas

My brother and me and some background drama.
No doubt my mother with the camera, putting a good face everything.

Williamstown, 18″ by 24″ oil on canvas

Mickie and Chuck, a prophetic image.

Mickie and Chuck, 11″ by 14″ oil on canvas

My Mom the plant lady at the Philadelphia Flower Show.
She predeceased her mother, who insisted on erasing the Miller name from her obituary.
But hey, she was dead.

Nana with Mr. D., her late-life companion.

Nana with Mr. D., her late-life companion.
I think she was better with him than with either of her husbands.
What a thoroughly good person he was, what a blessing upon my generation.

Nana and Mr. D., 14″ by 18″ oil on canvas

Me at the Gulf of Mexico, a year or so from starting law school.
Still very new at life and deeply anxious.

Red suede jacket, 14″ by 18″ oil on canvas

Chuck, nature photographer.
Because te woods are a safe space and we’re not going to deal with anything.

Chuck, 11″ by 14″ oil on canvas

Nana and Shep in her Pennsylvania backyard.
She won.

Nana and Shep, 18″ by 14″ oil on canvas

 

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