teacher, artist

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Mindy Golden sat to the side of my desk, covering her mouth with her hand, I told her to be still so I could draw her. I was going to draw everyone in the class. Thinking of accordian photograph holders that cascade out of proud parents' wallets, displaying all the children and grandchildren at once, I taped eighteen pieces of paper together, end to end. Mindy's picture was the second one down. Carolyn's was already finished. Bernie Volosky was next. Looking at Mindy, I noticed that her nose was longer than Caroline's and that her hair was thinner. "Don't worry," I told her, "I won't draw your braces. Take your hand down." Although I didn't know it that afternoon, I was following Ben Shahn's advice for prospective artists.