Oct 18, 2021
4 min read
Fighting with Destruction
My grandmother was a frustrated artist. I say frustrated not because she was at odds with a search for expression, but because she was never satisfied with her creations. She painted portraits until she found them contemptible, then destroyed every last one.
She painted John F. Kennedy once. Despite pleas from her family, she tore it to shreds and threw the remaining pieces of him in the trashcan where they would…
