scene from the road on the way to the first protest in Tel Aviv this year
That we have no democracy here is well known. Israel is a complicated case and I will not get into the details of it now. lately the new troublesome government dropped quite a game changer into the arena, and the bitterly surprised people are rushing to the streets for over three months now, before the flood destroys whatever is left.
They want to destroy the very little bits of sanity we still have, shift the power balance, ruin our economy and freedom (yes, freedom for Jews only so far, so maybe now, I hope, this will change).
I am doing my share a little bit, carrying signs against the occupation and for a better legislation, a constitution with human rights and equality for all. Nobody knows how this will end. Our nerves are stretched, it's filtering into our dreams and daily lives, while violence escalates on all fronts, inside and outside, and the Palestinians as always suffer the most.
I have been painting the rallies and marches in this period, as well as "escapades" into another time and place. New York seems so far away now, though I am always invited, but how can I leave now? My heart will surely stay here as long as it's not over.
I hope we'll rise once again, this time with a better understanding what "democracy" means, including the Arabs as equal citizens, freedom to Palestine, possible peace, but is it possible even within our own nation? With such a huge divide and hatred between right and left, orthodox and secular?
Oil on canvas, 30x40 cmThey want to destroy the very little bits of sanity we still have, shift the power balance, ruin our economy and freedom (yes, freedom for Jews only so far, so maybe now, I hope, this will change).
I am doing my share a little bit, carrying signs against the occupation and for a better legislation, a constitution with human rights and equality for all. Nobody knows how this will end. Our nerves are stretched, it's filtering into our dreams and daily lives, while violence escalates on all fronts, inside and outside, and the Palestinians as always suffer the most.
I have been painting the rallies and marches in this period, as well as "escapades" into another time and place. New York seems so far away now, though I am always invited, but how can I leave now? My heart will surely stay here as long as it's not over.
I hope we'll rise once again, this time with a better understanding what "democracy" means, including the Arabs as equal citizens, freedom to Palestine, possible peace, but is it possible even within our own nation? With such a huge divide and hatred between right and left, orthodox and secular?
Oil on canvas, 35x50 cm
Oil on canvas, 40x50 cm
Even this little oil, a scene from America, somehow corresponds with the feelings of many Israelis nowadays.
But somewhere, somewhen, waiting for me, this exists.
But somewhere, somewhen, waiting for me, this exists.
Oil on panel, 17x27 cm
