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<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="/static/theblogofinnocence.com-THE-SWAN1-e1304706506378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604387637492604498" border="0"/><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">The Swan, </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Rosalind Al-Aswad</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br/></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br/></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">Christopher Al-Aswad&#8217;s Journal Entry &#8211; March 14, 2003</span><br/><br/>My mother died on March 13, 2003. She died so peacefully, is what I told my friends. I said she died without resistance. And that&#8217;s how I want to live my life, without resistance. Easing up into the ceiling, without resistance. Sliding into the sky, without resistance. Her body; simple a case that imprisoned her soul. Now that soul journeys through the sky. My mother is liberated. She moves and speaks. Mother, you have unlocked a part of my soul and allowed me to see beyond what I could see before. I let go, there&#8217;s no point in carrying all that weight. Mother, I&#8217;m beginning to think that you&#8217;re in every room that I pass through. I can feel that spirit that passed out of your body and dissolved into the bedroom spread through the apartment. I thought of how it would move through the city and out to Indiana by the morning. All along rising as you spread. I&#8217;m imagining you here with me now. There&#8217;s nothing to perform mother, this is just the beginning of a very long conversation, we&#8217;ll speak more often now.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="/static/theblogofinnocence.com-Speak-Up1-e1304706414387.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604388764002370354" border="0"/><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Speak Up</span><br/><br/></span><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="/static/theblogofinnocence.com-Altar-of-Revolution-e1304710691481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604389350603547602" border="0"/><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:78%;">Alter of Revolution</span><br/><span style="font-size:78%;"><br/></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">Spirit Mother, Christopher Al-Aswad, 2005</span><br/><br/>The spirit that dwells in my<br/>mother, trickster and artist<br/>alike, prods and pokes its way<br/>into all of our lives. She likes<br/>to cause problems, to upset<br/>balances, to displace realities.<br/>The conventional is her foe.<br/><br/>Her presence almost makes<br/>you nervous with the sheer<br/>abundance of energy dancing on<br/>her force-field. At any moment,<br/>this abundance of life can rise<br/>to an unheard-of pitch, and<br/>suddenly, mysteriously, break<br/>into a marvelous crescendo<br/>of hysterical and contagious<br/>laughter. Laughing in the<br/>company of my mother is an<br/>experience of ecstasy, complete<br/>unconscious immersion<br/>whirling in the absurdity of life:<br/>crackling, squealing, shrieking<br/>laughter. She feels her emotions<br/>from the center of her being;<br/>total emotion, not inchoate<br/>half-feeling. Complete pain,<br/>complete joy, complete anger.<br/><br/>My mother cries in a movie<br/>theater like no Jewish mother<br/>has ever cried in public before.<br/><br/>She lives at the maximum<br/>threshold and her life is<br/>overflowing. She lives, not apart<br/>from the world, but within the<br/>tumultuous movement and<br/>ever-changing flow of it. She<br/>lives without regrets, without<br/>even the longing of unfulfilled<br/>desires. Anything she wants<br/>to do in this life, she does.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="/static/theblogofinnocence.com-Lovers-e1304710850850.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604389897420893906" border="0"/><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Lovers</span><br/><br/></span><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="/static/theblogofinnocence.com-16-e1304707048667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604390167841859954" border="0"/><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:78%;">Good Morning America</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br/>Portraits of an Examined Life</span><br/><br/>In 2005, Lisa Wainwright, Dean of Graduate Studies at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, curated Rosalind Al-Aswad&#8217;s Portraits of an Examined Life, an exhibit featured by the Art Institute shortly after her death in 2003. The exhibit depicted the three phases of Rosalind&#8217;s artistry, clearly portraying the progression of a career regrettably shortened by illness. In a review that reveals the strength and spirit of feminism that was evident in her art, Wainwright gives the artist a voice that conveys not only the meaning of her work, but the soul memorialized within each piece.<br/><br/><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">The legacy of Rosalind Al-Aswad resides in the dozens of paintings and drawings she made of herself and others from 1985 to 1999. Like many before her, Al-Aswad became an artist later in life, bringing to her canvases the complexity of myriad roles as business woman, mother, wife, daughter, citizen, friend, and artist. Her life&#8217;s journey informed the paintings and gave them their poignancy and critical edge. Al-Aswad gazed deep into the world of human relations and chronicled the dynamics she found there. Using models and props within her reach&#8212;family, friends, and the trappings of suburban life&#8212;she probed the mundane as a code for unlocking a deeper moral message. The work could not be made fast enough to accommodate all that the artist wished to say.</span><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="/static/theblogofinnocence.com-31-e1304706027935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604390718192936210" border="0"/><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Meet the Collins</span><br/><br/></span><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="/static/theblogofinnocence.com-2-e1304708177418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604391127186943010" border="0"/><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Left Behind</span><br/><br/></span><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Rosalind Al-Aswad was an expressionist of sorts. She faced her demons whether in the workplace, on the domestic front, or in the face of death. And all of this made its way into her painting for us to behold with wonder. We should all have the strength of purpose that Al-Aswad demonstrated in so many ways. Her children do. And along with the painting, her legacy is alive in them. I never knew Rosalind Al-Aswad, but I know she was an extraordinary woman. She once claimed, &#8220;I guess I have always seen life as a series of parts you play,&#8221; and now these parts, and all that they entail, will linger in my imagination for some time to come.</span></blockquote><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 222px;" src="/static/theblogofinnocence.com-000-e1304707306916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604391930231218098" border="0"/></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">In memory of my mother, Rosalind Al-Aswad (1942 - 2003)</span></span><br/></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br/>During her studies at The School of the Art Institute, Rosalind Al-Aswad was concerned for her fellow classmates who were working hard to make ends meet. Many times, Rosalind would purchase art supplies for students who were experiencing financial difficulty. In memory of Rosalind, the family has created a fund for student assistance, and in building upon her legacy, it is the hope that one day this fund will also provide scholarships for students residing in the Middle East. If you are interested in making a gift in memory of Rosalind and benefiting art students for many years to come, philanthropic contributions may be made to The Rosalind D. Al-Aswad and Christopher Al-Aswad Memorial Fund at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and mailed to The School of the Art Institute of Chicago, Office of Development, 37 South Wabash, Suite 814, Chicago, IL 60603. For information about the memorial fund, please contact the Office of Development at (312)899-5158.</span></div></div></blockquote><br/></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><br/><br/></span></div>
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I don&#8217;t know exactly where we were driving to &#8211; perhaps out to dinner or to a movie. And as we were driving through the Midwest Club, I remember telling jokes to you and mom and making both of you laugh. I don&#8217;t know what I said that was so funny but mother would laugh hysterically. Our family was gay, cheerful, and young.<br/><br/>In my childhood and early adolescence, you instilled in me a rare gift which I am grateful for. I imagine that most parents, as they are raising their children, do not analyze the effect such and such a behavior will have on their children. Whatever you taught me at an early age, you taught to me by instinct. What you have given, that I cherish and employ to this day, is a freely-chosen self discipline. Without self-discipline, I doubt whether I could have stayed clean from drugs this long. Without self-discipline, I doubt I could pursue my literary ambitions. Without self-discipline, even staying in shape and quitting smoking would have been impossible. Now I have received many gifts from both you and mother but this is the gift that stands out to me as being directly from you.<br/><br/>The other gift, which is a close second, is a love and appreciation of literature. About a month ago we were reading Shakespeare together &#8211; how joyful was I to be in your company reading again. And what a stark contrast from my childhood years when I used to throw tantrums to escape the &#8220;reading hour.&#8221; But time and patience transform everything. Here I am today thanking you for what I felt you had imposed upon me as a child. The irony implicit in this life &#8211; the story speaks for itself.<br/><br/>Though for a good many years mostly when you made me read out loud to you &#8211; I imagined you as an overbearing tyrant which of course you were not. But a child sometimes sees his parents through a distorted lens. And as an adolescent, especially during my addition and during the divorce, I imagined you as a personification of evil. I might have made you into a voodoo doll if I had access to one. This of course is an exaggeration but I had a lot of resentment to you and many others during this period. What still baffles me to this day is not only the spiritual strength you must have had stored in you to protect yourself from me, but also the warmth you kept burning in your heart. Never did you grow cold, never did you reject me &#8211; but always loved me &#8211; and therefore this is the best model of unconditional love I have ever been shown. And it is this model of unconditional love that I emulate toward myself and others.<br/><br/>After the fog of my addiction cleared, after I began to mature into early adulthood and started taking care of my body and my health, you can imagine how my view of you began to change. In a way, I immortalized you &#8211; lifted you up from the ranks of man to the tier of godhood. You became a living hero to me and I sought to model my life after you. Indeed, I had transformed my life. I was living from what many would call a second birth and after years of abusing you, I must have wanted to pour a special salve on the relationship that would heal the wounds between us. But just as during my adolescence when I made you a voodoo doll, after my recovery, I was making you into my Buddha, my idol and I was near worshiping you. But neither of these images of you matched your true relation to me.<br/><br/>So today, on your 60th birthday, I ask the questions &#8211; What is your true relation to me? If you are not the man I blame or the man I praise, then who are you to me? And without being too philosophical, too entangled in speculation, I feel I can make the judgment that only now am I coming to see you as you are, and to love you for the man you are. For the first time, I am not inflating or deflating you &#8211; but really starting to get to know you. When I came over a couple weekends ago and we hung up pictures and organized your books, I saw a glimpse of who that man is who I call my father. No adjective will describe him. Not because he has no qualities &#8211; but because he is of a spirit that transcends qualities. He is an individual but not an ego. He reminds me of myself but overflows beyond myself.<br/><br/>Dad, I love you. A gratitude is present in me right now as I pen these final words. The mystery is so inconceivable &#8211; so infinite &#8211; it surrounds me like a dream. 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