My series Kavana explores Jewish thought as it suggests that memory of action is as primary as action itself. When my hand is wounded, I remember other hands - when my mother pulled my wrist too hard across the intersection, when my great-grandmother’s fingers went numb on the ship fleeing the Nazis, when Miriam’s palms poured water for the Hebrews throughout their desert journey. No place is a constant for the Jewish diaspora; time and the rituals that steep into it are centered as a mode of carrying on memory. Encountering an image in this way asks not only what it feels like, but asks: what does it remember like?
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