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To be human is to remember. To lose memory is to lose a piece of ourselves. To lose all of memory is one of the great human tragedies; some part (though surely not all) of the divine light within us…
The holy Balshemtov walked in the field
In the cold dawn went walking in the field
As winds were blowing from the north.
Bitter cold from the north.
His limbs started to freeze.
Once his limbs were…
Bruskin explored the intersection of his Jewish and Soviet identities in art that took the Soviet Union’s obsession with iconography and slogans in a different and subversive direction. In a series of…
