from my window inTribeca- photo by marguerita
The home I had began to build.The blue door I painted,the walls and the floor I created and put down with my own hands,my love for a man who never was able to understand ,the family I devoted myself and my art....I must remind myself:
Haiti and me: We’re strong, and despite the hunger, despite the poverty, despite all the problems, we’ll make it through.”Being the daughter of two Holocaust survivors,having no family alive, I lost my father at 17,became a mother to my own mother, I adored my parents, lost them and my husband, and children who turned out like him are to be considered gone from my life.Like an Earthquake, a man incapable of loving and being gentle,in fact otherwise, I am in grief.
Victor Hartmann was a close friend who shared Mussorgsky's ideals in his own field of architecture and painting.
The ten pictures Mussorgsky depicts are: a gnome-shaped nutcracker; a troubadour plaintively singing outside an ancient castle; children vigorously playing and quarrelling in a park; a lumbering wooden Polish ox-cart; a ballet of peeping chicks as they hatch from their shells; an argument between two Warsaw Jews, one haughty and vain, the other poor and garrulous; shrill women and vendors in a crowded marketplace; the eerie, echoing gloom of catacombs beneath Paris; the hut of a grotesque bone-chomping witch of Russian folk-lore; and a design for an entrance gate to Kiev. Mussorgsky clearly chose these subjects for the variety of moods they invoked and the opportunities they presented for a wide array of musical depictions.