Artist's Statement: For this piece, my mind looks to the poetic words of my husband, the Pop Chassid, Elad Nehorai, to elevate it (and us) to another realm:
"With those simple black straps and boxes, it reminded them that no matter how insane the world claimed they were, no matter how much they were told that everything they felt and thought was out of sync, was wrong and bizarre and crazy, they would have a sign, an anchor, that reminded them of the truth."
This piece was originally an etching, done by dipping a copper plate into acid, in a building in the middle of the cornfields of Champaign, Illinois, as I started to seriously journey forward in my Judiasm. (Hence, it's signature, my maiden name, M. Felsenthal.)