Your mother was/might've been an immigrant

POTATO! Finished it between class and work today. The idea comes from a Yiddish poem I learned in my Yiddish class, called Bulbes, which is Yiddish for, you guessed it: potatoes. The poem is about how poor Ashkenazic Jews ate little more than potatoes (Ashenazic refers to the Jews of Northern/Eastern Europe).

I'm 3 generations removed from my great grandparents, the Ashkenzim that immigrated to upstate New York in the early 1900s, but I still identify with those people. At the same time, I realized recently that I am dating an immigrant, even though today maybe we don't think of people as immigrants. I guess the term conjures up the image of poor Europeans entering the US through Ellis Island, seeing the statue of liberty, etc... Yoona's from Korea, not Europe, nor is she poor, and she came here on a plane with a student visa, but she is still, in essence, an immigrant.

So the painting idea is that if we ever had kids, thats what I'd tell them.