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JFK in Jerusalem, Clay

JFK in Jerusalem

I was in fourth grade when John F. Kennedy was assassinated.  I remember school ending abruptly for the day, and being picked up by my mom, who was in tears for hours.  I had drawn his face many times, having inherited the adulation of this president.  Years later, in 1972, I visited JFK's memorial in Jerusalem that had been designed by an architect and a sculptor to resemble a tree felled in its prime.  Though I hadn't seen the building for a few decades, not even a photograph, it was in my mind when I made this piece.

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