The Pulse Of Visual Images

I had known Cal Bernstein since I was three years old, and I knew when he began his battle with pancreatic cancer decades later. In spite of his diagnosis, I never linked him with illness and impending death. I linked him with visual images. 

Cal was a stunningly talented photojournalist. He photographed Martin Luther King, Jr., Jimi Hendrix, the Civil Rights Movement and much more. Not every picture tells a story, but Cal’s pictures tell the stories of our hearts, guts, minds. Light and shadow, sharp and fuzzy, obvious and subtle — the lens of Cal’s camera instilled a pulse in the palette of visual images.

I met Cal’s daughter, Jonine, in preschool, and we grew up together. Her family’s house was a large rambling structure, built into the Hollywood Hills. Cal’s living room was always an event, full of ongoing changes and new surprises. He and his wife Roz were fascinated by modern pieces. Their home was crammed with art, and by art, I mean furniture. Shiny steel and sleek leather, curious shapes and unexpected angles. I remember one chair which looked so intimidating that I refused to sit, too shy to admit that I couldn’t figure out where to park my butt. Now I wish I had just asked, because Cal never, not once, mocked another person for ignorance. He would have quietly demonstrated, then offered me a chance to try. He would have hovered nearby until I felt comfortable. Cal was over six feet tall and in a world fraught with people trying to exert power, he was often the tallest person in the room. He was also the most gentle.

Decades later, Cal’s condition worsened until the cancer outdistanced his body’s capacity to fight. I went to his memorial. As I entered the room, I was greeted by a picture, drawn by Jonine’s young daughter, to honor her grandfather. This child had poured her love and loss onto the canvas, and captured the vivid brightness, the boundless warmth, of Cal’s essence. Jonine, her brother, and several others spoke, from all phases of Cal’s personal and professional world. Every day of his life, Cal felt a magnetic pull toward color, shadow, ideas, people, perspectives.

As the final speaker left the podium and we filed outdoors, I turned back. I stood still, looking at the empty room. The chairs were arranged in rows, ordinary and predictable. I wondered how many memorials those chairs had seen, how many people those chairs had held. I smiled to myself, certain that if Cal could attend his own memorial, he would be studying those chairs. He’d find an elusive surface, a shaft of sunshine, a ray of shade. He’d travel the room — standing, kneeling, searching — until he found his vantage point. He’d adjust the lens and the camera would click. In that instant, Cal would recreate those chairs, bringing their story into the light. Those inanimate, uninteresting pieces of furniture would blossom into something they never dreamed they could become. Then Cal would move forward, eyes sweeping his surroundings, always ready to discover the next image, confident that he had given those chairs a story, a meaning, a pulse.

Cal Bernstein

August 30, 1925 – August 10, 2003

Rest In Peace

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Amy Kaufman Burk is a therapist-turned-author in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Amy’s first novel, Hollywood High: Achieve The Honorable, follows Caroline Black through tenth grade, in a school with over forty languages spoken among the students. The story deals with the impact of gifted teachers, homophobic bullying, racial and economic diversity, the power of friendship. Amy’s second novel, Tightwire, follows a fictional psychotherapy from three perspectives — the rookie therapist scrambling to build a treatment — the patient struggling to heal — the supervisor guiding the young therapist through the complex emotional terrain of her first case. This novel was written to fight the stigma of mental issues, in support of LGBTQ+ parents, and with deep respect for the human capacity to heal.

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8 responses to “The Pulse Of Visual Images

  1. Lorraine Kaufman

    What a fitting remembrance. I remember Cal as very handsome and friendley. He and Roz had eclectic taste in furniture …if I remember correctly there was a Dentist Chair in the Living Room. Also he designed the most popular advertisement for a cigarette brand and was richly rewarded.Dad and I saw the world as he did and had some nice evenings with him and Roz although slightly off center. He would have been very pleasd by your memories….as I am sure Jonine is……How thoughtful ofyou to write about him!! Hello to Jonine and Roz! Love Mom

    • I feel very lucky to have grown up surrounded by artists. Catching glimpses of the world through Cal’s lens was a true gift to us all.

    • Jonine Bernstein

      Amy, This stunningly beautiful and personal tribute to my father brings me to tears each time I read it. Thank you. Lorrie, you are amazing to remember that dentist chair-who knows what my father saw in that one? All of you, how lucky we were to grow up surrounded by loving family and family of choice. Sending love and virtual hugs to each of you. Jonine

      • Jonine, I’m deeply gratified that the piece moves you. I wrote it from the heart. Your father’s viewpoint was unique, eccentric, enriching. I feel lucky to have known him. With love, Amy

  2. mmazermft

    Beautiful, as usual!

    Sent from my iPad

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  3. Susie Boyle Licon

    Well done, Amy!
    Our families, were true family!
    Thank you for this!
    Susie :-)))

  4. Thank you, Susie! I was an adult before I understood the profound impact of going through childhood surrounded by talented artists — including your parents! Feeling grateful.

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