The Canvas of Kinship

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In the roaring twenties, New York was a fever dream of jazz and gin. I was a part of that dream, though I lived in the margins, painting canvases that no one wanted to buy. My studio was a drafty attic in Greenwich Village, and my dinner was often a single apple and a prayer. I found her during a walk through Central Park—a fox, her fur a shimmering gold that seemed to defy the urban gloom. She...

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