Three decades ago, I sketched 50 doves onto 50 cards and mailed them to family and friends. I pulled a cornflower colored pencil from a zippered bag. I began to draw the profile of a bird on the blank, white folded card. I rifled through the bag a second time for a black pencil to form its beak and right eye. In cursive, I wrote “peace” underneath the dove. It was the first December after I had converted from Christianity to Judaism. I was wishing peace to others, but I wasn’t at peace myself.
Peace on Earth
Peace on Earth
Peace on Earth
Three decades ago, I sketched 50 doves onto 50 cards and mailed them to family and friends. I pulled a cornflower colored pencil from a zippered bag. I began to draw the profile of a bird on the blank, white folded card. I rifled through the bag a second time for a black pencil to form its beak and right eye. In cursive, I wrote “peace” underneath the dove. It was the first December after I had converted from Christianity to Judaism. I was wishing peace to others, but I wasn’t at peace myself.