Mary Marinangeli's Gallery

I recently recalled what is perhaps my oldest memory. My parents bought a new pair of beautiful burgundy leather greyson chairs to add to the den of our family home when I was around 3 years of age. As soon as I had a moment alone with the chairs I found a paper clip and felt the random urge to unravel it. With no shame I used it to deeply score the fresh surface on my parents' brand new furniture investments. The marks scarred the furniture for as long as I can remember; it became a part of…