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“Guerilla Art” By Domenic Esposito, Fernando Luis Alvarez Gallery, Stamford CT

I save the bent and burnt spoons when I come upon them now. I never thought I would; but I do.

There was a point when I saw them and didn’t understand what was in front of me.

Then another point in time when I’d find them and burst into tears, much like I imagine Domenic Esposito’s mother must have done when she found yet another burnt spoon, throwing it in the garbage, quickly, like it was still scorching hot.

There aren’t many now, just two in the drawer, occasionally resurfacing from some mysterious hiding place. I let them swim freely in the utensil drawer; those two broken reminders of darker days, surprising me, reemerging without warning.

Domenic listened to his panic-stricken mother’s cries, his brothers tool of destruction found bent and burnt. He honored her and every mother who ever cried out in pain when they found yet another spoon or perhaps couldn’t find any, and for every person lost to heroin; the consequence of phenomenal greed and the heartlessness, when he created a ten and half-foot long, 800-pound steel tribute, in the shape of a spoon, and delivered it to the doorstep of Purdue, the golden egg of the Sacklers. The hundreds of thousands of dead, not enough of a reason for the Sacklers to come under the scrutiny of our criminal justice system, though blocking the driveway of the offices where this plague was born and refusing to move Domenic’s “guerilla art” is a felony.

I imagine this beautiful, painful piece of art is made of all of the spoons found by mothers like me, bent and burnt, tears and steel, melted together and calling out for justice for our children from its’ place on Purdue’s driveway.

They can’t relate, the Sacklers, their spoons are made of gold… and blood.

I save the bent and burnt spoons to remind me of where I have been although I can’t forget and to remain grateful for how far I have come, but also because they symbolize my vow to never forget that I have been spared to fight for justice for those no longer here, unable to fight for themselves.

Thank you Domenic Esposito and Fernando Luis Alvarez.

Strength in numbers!

About Magnolia Beginnings

Just when you think you have it all down it changes again or... “Reshaping life! People who can say that have never understood a thing about life—they have never felt its breath, its heartbeat—however much they have seen or done. They look on it as a lump of raw material that needs to be processed by them, to be ennobled by their touch. But life is never a material, a substance to be molded. If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself, it is infinitely beyond your or my obtuse theories about it.” ― Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

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  1. This was a very special post, and since I’ve been basically ‘off the grid’ for almost 20 years, I did not connect the spoon with a sobering story. I realize how lucky I am that this hasn’t touched my life, and your journey has surely been a challenging one to have had it in your own life….

    I’ve dealt with loved ones who were suicidal/ angry/sad/filled with venom then remorse, and it was like watching someone bleed to death and not being able to help. a caring and senstive person can suffer while watching loved ones suffer..

    do wounds like that ever heal? i hope so, but i am sure that you’re an extra-strong person…

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