Lance Friedman
- Location
- Chicago, Illinois, USA
- Birthday
- February 25
- Title
- Creative Director
- Company
- Shatter Glass Group Inc.
- Bio
- Lance Friedman is a sculptor who lives in Chicago. When he is not working in his studio he travels around the world via motorcycle. He is a student of Krav Maga as a result of a new connection to being Jewish having married someone who wasn't who surprised him by converting.
MY RECENT POSTS
- 3 Speed
August 03, 2011 07:47PM - In the company of killers.
February 07, 2010 02:24PM - Turnaround. Role reversal in
the new economy.
August 17, 2009 06:42PM - Saving Air Man
August 12, 2009 12:53PM - Over my father’s grave. A
short observation on burial.
July 24, 2009 03:25PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “"The perfection of
everything is hard to see in a
moment of
lack or a
moment…”
July 21, 2011 04:49PM - “"The perfection of
everything is hard to see in a
moment of
lack or a
moment…”
July 21, 2011 04:49PM - “"The perfection of
everything is hard to see in a
moment of
lack or a
moment…”
July 21, 2011 04:49PM - “this story tracks very
closely with members of my own
family
who worked in the
fr…”
April 13, 2010 03:55AM - “If this isnt an editors
pick, i dont know what
is.”
October 27, 2009 08:18PM
Lance Friedman's Links
3 Speed
3 speed
In my Uptown neighborhood in Chicago in 1966 we were a marauding mouse pack of seven prepubescent boys riding our bikes everywhere. Unlike today where all eyes are fixed on computer screens… Read full post »
In the company of killers.
In the company of killers.
I can’t catch my breath and I’m puking my guts out on the blue rubber matting at my feet. The loud thumping of euro-pop music vibrating my spleen and the searing heat isn’t helping. My partner is holding the briefcase sized contact pa… Read full post »
Turnaround. Role reversal in the new economy.
There are legions of fifty and sixty year old men walking the streets looking for work. They shamble like zombies from business to business in stunned silence as they seek employment. For some of these creatures it has literally been years since they made enough money… Read full post »
Saving Air Man
On a stretch of city blocks on Cicero Avenue in Chicago known as “Car Town” there are literally hundreds of tiny auto dealerships run by Poles and Hispanics. It is the last stop for a car before it is chopped for parts or sold at auction at… Read full post »
I have always used the expression “I swear over my father’s grave” when I want to convince someone that I am telling an important truth. The strange thing is that I haven’t been to his grave for 40 yrs. I went today. It was a scouting mission really on beha… Read full post »
Remains
When he first met his wife, he was wounded. She had two children from a previous marriage and was much younger than him. She pursued him when he was little more than a year separated from his first wife. Sex and trust were the two things that… Read full post »
Who are we anyway?
Who are we anyway?
I had a fight tonight. I fought my wife and it was a draw.
It was nothing physical of course, but a lot of finger pointing with accusations and retaliations. I asked my wife to marry… Read full post »
I don't dance.
I don’t dance.
I don’t know how this happened. I can only look back through the murk of my life and see fleeting moments that have caused me to find myself alone and staring at my feet in my Easy Boy. The door has… Read full post »
The life and death of Peter Frankel
The Life and Death of Peter Frankel
Peter’s day begins the same way it has for the last 3 years. Two slits of light sear a neon flash pattern into his retinas forcing his eyes shut again. Earplugs and Valium h… Read full post »
Foreign Exchange
My mother called and told me my cousin from Israel, Avi was coming to Chicago with his best friend Ayal. Neither had ever been to the United States and Avi asked if I would show them around. I hadn’t seen him since he was 8… Read full post »
Now you see me.... now you don't.
Now you see me; now you don’t.
By Lance Friedman
There are some memories that are welded in your brain with a flux of horror. Time and condition will never eradicate the intricate details even if it only lasted a second.… Read full post »
Home of the Brave by Lance Friedman
Home of the Brave.
By Lance Friedman
If you were pass us in a moving car you would wonder why there is line in front of the public library at 8:45 a.m. What is so important that people would line up to get into a… Read full post »
Nazi boy. By Lance Friedman
At 14 you had to find a summer job in my family. I walked up the block to Nottingham Cycle where the morbidly obese owner, Mike delegated everything but the cash box to his army of teens. It was like Charles Dickens on Carmen Avenue in the middle of Chicago. He… Read full post »
Ukulele. Confessions of an artist in remission.
Ukulele.
Confessions of an artist in remission.
For the last 10 years my artwork has been forced. The effort to make it was enormous emotionally, physically and financially. I started to create to offset the loneliness I experienced as a child after my father died and… Read full post »
Katz and Silverman v. God
Katz and Silverman v. God
Lance Friedman
Joel Katz and Danny Silverman had been getting together every first Tuesday night of each month for the last 30 years. They had known each other since high school where for a brief period, they were… Read full post »
The Ride.
The Ride.
Lance Friedman
Two brothers, talented funny and damaged, now meeting for the first time in a year to bury our mother. We meet at the airport and rent a metallic turquoise Intrepid. Ignoring the speed limit with the heat blasting, snow blows across the… Read full post »
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