Reading and listening to testimony from the war and Jewish history, harrowing stories of blood and violence are pervasive. As I see them my heart splinters into thousands of pieces. I pick these pieces up and pin them on the wall in my studio. My heart is fractured into pieces not because it is ruined, but because it is resilient—it has fragmented to accommodate the myriad of voices and souls who are screaming and heartbroken. I look at these fragments of my heart, pinned on the wall, and I know I need to translate these pieces so other people can see them too.
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