Hot Heart, Cold Stare

“Monday Morning,” 36”x44” Egg tempera on wood 1983 Aviva Rahmani

My parents worked in Venezuela for many years, where they experienced a range of violence at times. One day I dreamt of a painting, which I would call, "Monday Morning." It is the image that accompanies this essay and it was only later that I learned my father had been robbed and I had painted his experience. He was already an old man by then. I am sure his robbers had their own story about what happened that day.

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