We often discuss the enjoyment we receive from the items in our home in aesthetic or functional descriptors, but that’s the easy work. It’s not about new pieces, or upcycling trendy pieces so they appear even more current; instead, it’s about upcycling memories, honoring tradition and family and their journeys in a tangible way.
Here, we hear the stories and the resultant emotions from three women in their meaningful home items.
-Rivki Rabinowitz
When I was in my early 20s and in shidduchim, my relationship with my father became filled with conflict, as I was headstrong about who I would date, and my father, a man of few words, equally so. The respect I had for him never wavered, but it was a tumultuous few years.
We were in Israel one Succos, and we were visiting my father’s favorite art gallery near Ben Yehuda. The whole family was looking around the gallery, suggesting one piece or another, and I saw a painting whose beauty spoke to me, specifically to where I was at that point in my life.
A painting of a field with emotive, saturated colors on the bottom that morphed into pastel butterflies, it was the most stunning piece of art I had ever seen. While it may sound kind of kitschy, it was so artistically done, with a multitude of shades and meaning. Was the top portion leaves, blades of grass, butterflies? The interpretation was all up to the viewer.
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