Vignettes are thoughts, words, still and moving images of people and places touched life’s ripples.
Itzhak Ginzburg, illustration & Herman Taube, MD. 2005
Herman and Itzhak were best friends late in life. I clearly remember my grandfather (Itzhak Ginzburg) telling Herman Taube stories and anecdotes of the present but, more importantly, the past, a past he was reluctant to share with family.
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Lida - Ramat Aviv, Israel
- Lida has passed today. -
At the age of 15 I followed my maternal grandparents from Israel to the United States to live with their son (my uncle) and his family. I was so close to my grandparents that ripping away from my immediate and loving family felt like a predestinated decision following my their departure..
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Brooklyn BLM 2020 protest
When COVID took hold of our lives confusion reigned supreme. Uncertainty became the norm and fear the standard. COVID was categorized as a “war” against an “invisible enemy.” We were told that in order to “stay safe,” we must follow simple hygiene guidelines and keep a distance from fellow human beings. The message is clear: you are safer alone…
Read MoreI first met Daniel Terna through his father, painter and Holocaust survivor Fred Terna…
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Herman and Itzhak were best friends late in life. I clearly remember my grandfather (Itzhak Ginzburg) telling Herman Taube stories and anecdotes of the present but, more importantly, the past, a past he was reluctant to share with family.
- Lida has passed today. -
At the age of 15 I followed my maternal grandparents from Israel to the United States to live with their son (my uncle) and his family. I was so close to my grandparents that ripping away from my immediate and loving family felt like a predestinated decision following my their departure..
When COVID took hold of our lives confusion reigned supreme. Uncertainty became the norm and fear the standard. COVID was categorized as a “war” against an “invisible enemy.” We were told that in order to “stay safe,” we must follow simple hygiene guidelines and keep a distance from fellow human beings. The message is clear: you are safer alone…
A few nights ago, on what seems like another meal, in another day, in a life that loops rather than move in a straight line, I looked at my wife and kids and thought: What would be the memory of these days of forced isolation?
“Why am I here?” “What is my value?” These banal questions are just a sample of a daily brain storm during my personal COVID middle-class existential crisis…
Through my filmic journey with The Ripple Project, I've met extraordinary people with ever more remarkable stories. Many sad, heartbreaking, but always strangely uplifting and motivating: "if they can survive the holocaust, I can survive anything…”
It's hard to describe what it felt like walking into Ela’s house that sweltering summer of 2010. Accompanied by a motley documentary film crew, we were still in the early stages of researching the Terezín concentration camp and had little knowledge of the children's opera Brundibar.
Last week I was fortunate enough to be invited to an art opening of one of the most talented, absurdly under-recognized, smartest and kindest person I know, Fred Terna…
The Ripple Project has been, to put it mildly, a war of attrition on my soul. During my 5 years with the project I have seen with my eyes, heard with my ears and felt in my chest the pain and loss so many have suffered…
