Wednesday, April 25, 2012


I grew up immersed in the world of pictures. My father was a photographer, artist, sculptor.

Jim Steinhardt, Woman in Greenwich Village Cafe, 1948
I grew up in - and then a nearby suburban stone's throw from - New York City, the art center of America. Trips to the great museums a weekly, then monthly, occurrence.

At six, I would tell you how much I loved the sculpture garden in the Museum of Modern Art, the Ellsworth Kelly being my favorite. I would insist we visit my beloved Sleeping Gypsy every time we went, too.

Henri Rousseau, 1897

Our home, needless to say, was full of pictures. This guy? (well, a reproduction print):

Paul Klee, 1922
He greeted me every morning. (Klee being my mother's favorite artist.) I called him "Orange Man" and was quite fond of him. (Does it spook me a bit that the official title of this piece is "Head of Man Going Senile"? Yes, yes it does.)

My father's photos and sculptures filled our house.  (Books, too, but we're talking about pictures today.)

Jim Steinhardt, Pearl Seller, 1947
It is no surprise I became a photographer myself in high school, went on to make my living in the image and picture-full business of film / television / video.

And then I married a man who, though a writer and editor in it, is from the world of comic books, the place where the melding of picture to word became its own art form, and gave birth to the beautiful thing that is the graphic novel.

And we had a son who, though he struggles with words, speaks most eloquently through his pictures.

Jake, December 2011, "Mom"

Although no longer working in the world of pictures that is film and television, thanks to modern technology I am never without my camera; iPhone and instagram being my tools of visual creativity these days.

Hydrangeas on 6th Avenue, April 2012

Even though I have now chosen words as my medium and am immersed in a world of reading and writing, I will never discount the power of pictures in my life.

I am participating in Momalom's 5 for 5 link-up and the prompt for today, Wednesday, was “Pictures.” 


  1. It's all art, isn't it?
    And you are a family of artists.


  2. I like Orange Man!

    When I see photos like the woman in the Greenwich cafe and the pear seller, I always wonder where those people are today or what their lives were like.

  3. OH! I did a report on Paul Klee when I was in grade school. I can still remember how hard I worked on it. I love the artwork all around. Love love love. So glad you joined in!!

  4. I've never seen your dad's photos before. They're beautiful and I'd like to see more. And Jake's drawings...well they blow me away. You're a talented crew up there on the UWS, is what you are...


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