No poem today. This more a story. I painted this painting hoping to give it to my daughter in law, but thought the painting a failure. It was meant to be sacred, expressing the Jewish faith in a somber way. But when I was about to throw it away, I looked closely, and in the middle of the painting, the image I start to see, seems quite familiar to me. What do you think ?
Douglas Polk
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