On the occasion of the current Larry Zox exhibition at Berry Campbell gallery in New York City, closing May 26, 2017, the artist's son Alexander Zox submitted this personal
essay about his father and his family's relationship to East Hampton and the East End of Long Island.
Not exact matches
The point that most excites me
about Father Heisig's
essay is the new and revolutionary meaning that he appears to bring to the ancient image of the church as the body of Christ.
The book is a collection of introspective and irreverent
essays where Miller writes
about everything from questioning his faith to growing up without a
father.
NCF also began holding the annual What My
Father Means to Me essay contest to honor kids for writing about their fathers and father figures and the Father of the Year Celebration to recognize those dedicated fathers and father figures in several areas of the co
Father Means to Me
essay contest to honor kids for writing
about their
fathers and
father figures and the Father of the Year Celebration to recognize those dedicated fathers and father figures in several areas of the co
father figures and the
Father of the Year Celebration to recognize those dedicated fathers and father figures in several areas of the co
Father of the Year Celebration to recognize those dedicated
fathers and
father figures in several areas of the co
father figures in several areas of the country.
The «What My
Father Means to Me»
Essay Contest was created by the National Center for
Fathering (NCF) in 1992 in an effort to raise awareness about the importance of f
Fathering (NCF) in 1992 in an effort to raise awareness
about the importance of
fatheringfathering.
The «What My
Father Means To Me» essay contest was designed by NCF to raise awareness about the importance of fathers and father figures in the lives of chi
Father Means To Me»
essay contest was designed by NCF to raise awareness
about the importance of
fathers and
father figures in the lives of chi
father figures in the lives of children.
Other titles in this section include: Naomi Kawase's sweet, light and leisurely AN; Tom Geens» COUPLE IN A HOLE,
about a couple living in an underground forest dwelling to be left alone to deal with their mysterious grief; DEPARTURE, Andrew Steggall's delicate first feature
about longing, loneliness and nostalgia for a sense of family that may have never existed; Jacques Audiard's Palme d'Or - winner
about a makeshift family trying to cement their bonds, DHEEPAN; the World Premiere of Biyi Bandele's FIFTY, a riveting exploration of love and lust, power and rivalry and seduction and infidelity in Lagos; the European Premiere of Maya Newell's documentary GAYBY BABY, following the lives of four Australian children whose parents all happen to be gay; Mark Cousins returns to LFF with his metaphysical
essay film I AM BELFAST, Stig Björkman's documentary INGRID BERGMAN — IN HER OWN WORDS, a treasure trove of Bergman's never - before - seen home movies, personal letters and diary extracts alongside archive footage; Hirokazu Kore - eda's beautiful OUR LITTLE SISTER, focusing on the lives of four young women related through their late
father in provincial Japan; the European Premiere of Mabel Cheung's sweeping Chinese epic based on the true story of Jackie Chan's parents A TALE OF THREE CITIES and Guillaume Nicloux's VALLEY OF LOVE starring Isabelle Huppert and Gérard Depardieu in a tale of love, loss, memory and the mystical.
In this 44 - page piece, we get an
essay from filmmaker Michael Almereyda, «A Statement» offered by Elia Kazan in 1952 that discussed his Congressional testimony, a 1948 Malcolm Johnson article that connects to the film's historical influences, and a Budd Schulberg piece
about Father John Corridan, the person on whom the movie's
Father Pete Barry was based.
For although this reluctant resolution may simply be motivated by the mundane tragedy of my own private aging, it has become increasingly clear to me in recent years that much of my current thinking
about art was shaped rather decisively (if very indirectly) by that filial experience, and much of the conjecture I am seeking to flesh out in this
essay is directly influenced by my first encounters with art — encounters which first took place and shape in front of my
father's modest but well - balanced library, in his ateliers (he must have moved house every two years or so for a whole damned decade), at the opening receptions for the many group shows he was in, throughout the late 1970s and early to mid-1980s, in villages, towns and cities scattered across the Flemish plains.