by Dwora Fried
At first glance, my boxes look like miniature dollhouse rooms but this latest series has a lot of personal meaning for me.
Wonderwoman hovers over this ruin of a room, it is a costume my daughter wore while working at a party store, while battling severe depression.
The sewing machine represents my mother, who survived concentration camps sewing Nazi uniforms.
Finally at the left, a photo of my son who took his life ten years ago.
I love them all.