On a hot summer day in 1952 our family went to a beach in Chicago. My father, an avid amateur photographer, posed us together on the beach. He shot this picture of me, my mother Elizabeth, and my sister Linda in what he calculated was a nice, natural pose, yet I think the observer can see through it. He developed his role of film and printed the photos in his make-shift darkroom--which was our tiny kitchen by day. I do not recall the day the photograph was taken, but I do recall the years that followed it. That is why you see the storm brewing behind the little group, foretelling of what was to soon come.

This painting, measuring 24 X 24", was painted on birch plywood, gessoed with rabbit-skin glue and three layers of acrylic gesso. The painting was done in oils.

It is not for sale.