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I saw a photo in a magazine of an Arab woman standing in front of her home; sometimes I see an image and immediately know it's a painting. I saw her as a mother and child in the tradition of the Catholic Black Madonna cult. I like this little painting, and have entered it in exhibitions where it's been consistently rejected. I entered it in a show locally where it was accepted, and when I went to the opening I found it in a hallway by itself, hung next to the water cooler below eye level. These experiences have only reinforced the idea that, despite what some people think, paintings still matter and have influence.