Julie Meetal Berman

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Mee`tal is the Maiden name of Israeli born Julie M. Berman. Its meaning “arising from the morning dew” is an appropriate name for a child of Survivors, for each survivor arose from the ashes of the camps and ghettos into a new and promising tomorrow. At age 12 she moved to the United States with her parents who were looking to move away from the wars. She lived in New York where she continued her passion for art. Studying at Cooper Union School of art and then receiving a degree from FIT, Fashion Institute of Technology. After meeting her husband they moved to Texas where she raised two wonderful children and helped her husband with his medical practice. In 1996 Meetal left the medical field and returned to her passion- Art. Her first goal was to complete the Holocaust Series. This series of paintings have been a calling that Meetal has always felt she had. Telling her parent’s stories created an ever present responsibility in her life. Continue reading

Veronique Jonas

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Veronique Jonas was born in the Belgian Congo, after her parents emigrated from the Greek island of Rhodes. The family relocated to South Africa, where Jonas went to college. She moved to the U.S. in 1982. For the past 18 years, Jonas, who lives in Dallas, has taught art, while pursuing her painting and designing ketubahs, Jewish marriage contracts. She has shown her work widely including a solo exhibition at Art in Encounter, Dallas, at the Canton Museum of Art, and the International Yitzhak Exhibition, Akko, Israel.

Jonas creates spaces for memory to inhabit. She depicts ruins, architecture, and dream-like street scenes full of bittersweet nostalgia. Working patiently, she rebuilds memories of places haunted with a communal life that is all but gone. But the past is unquiet and insists on being seen and heard as photographic vignettes of family and community. Jonas paints in the language of realism. Faith requires she show the beauty of the shadowed streets graced by bougainvillea, the blessings of the bright blue skies, the sweetness of life once sheltered there‚Äďand to show the phantoms who live on, if only in sacred remembrance. Continue reading