ANITA SIEGEL
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SIEGEL--Anita, 72, Artist, best known for her collages made from found images, died May 3, 2011 in Manhattan. She had been ill for several years. Her death was confirmed by her longtime friend Nancy Grossman, an artist with whom Siegel was famously photographed with a scarf tied around both of their heads by Richard Avedon. Born in Brooklyn, 1939, and entirely self-taught, she worked in sculpture, constructions of wood, metal and cloth, but is most recognized for her sardonic collages seamlessly combining pictures into biting satires. Siegel was one of the first artists whose work was used on the Op-Ed page of the New York Times when the use of art was initiated by Editor Charlotte Curtis and Lou Silverstein. Her memorable images appeared frequently during the Vietnam and Watergate Eras. Between 1956 and 2004, her work was exhibited in Museums and Galleries such as The Brooklyn Museum, Krasner Gallery, The Riverside Museum, Art Directors Club, Frank Rehn Gallery, The American Institute of Graphic Art, The Jewish Theological Seminary -- all in New York; The Weatherspoon Museum of Art, North Carolina; Louvre Musee des Arts Decoratifs, Paris, France; Musee des Beaux-Arts, Bordeaux, France; Palais des Beaux-Arts, Brussels, Belgium. Her collages appeared in numerous publications such as Harper's Bazaar, Esquire, Ms. Magazine and The Saturday Review. She was honored by the American Institute of Graphic Arts, Art Director's Clubs of New York and New Jersey and the Society of Publication Designers respectively in 1972, '73 and '74 with Certificates of Merit and Excellence. She is survived by her sister Arlene Gindoff and her niece Allana Syllvan, both of Jackson, NJ.


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Published in New York Times on May 13, 2011.
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May 15, 2011
Anita was an inspiring artist and always kind to me. She was highly intelligent; her collages were ingenious. Anita suffered greatly for many years; I trust that she is at peace—enjoying the universe—free of pain in the continuation of her life in the next world. I offer the following two poems knowing that some essence of feeling may reach her at some time.


The soap bubble,
that was blown by the man
selling soap bubble toys on

a corner of Roosevelt Avenue;
that drifted in air; one of many
that reflected street signs, stores, cars,

passersby—and myself
in rosy-iridescent tones;
that glided slowly lower and lower;

disappeared.

—How much like a life
that is evolving, colorful,
and dies.


I wake up from a dream
to discover that
the soft pillow
I had rested on

was really the
back of a swan
who also awoke,

stretched, and clambered
to the pond to resume
his elegant, graceful slide
on water.

Reeds swayed; a breeze
rippled the glittery pond; and
the matte-white swan
moved majestically across the water. Then,

I woke up from the dream
where I woke up from a dream….


Phillip Eric Sobel, Artist/Writer; © 20l0
Cooper Union Art School Grad, Art Students League of NY Life Member
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Phillip Sobel
May 14, 2011
we met only
in our art dreams
art life and the after life collide
nicke gorney
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