16/10/2020
One of the things I was particularly missing during the closure was going out into the open nature.
What do I have to complain about? I keep going to work (an essential place), not feeling lonely at home. But just knowing that you are not allowed to go for a walk in nature, already makes me feel suffocated (Corona we said?)
When I paint a place I know, and especially if I was there and photographed by myself, I re-experience the visit to the same place, maybe even more so, paying attention to every stone, silhouette and piece of sky, stroking them with paint-laden brushes
So I found comfort in visiting through the painting at (do you identify?) The seashore of Caesarea beach, smelling the Salt fragments sent by the crashing waves through the aqueduct arches that have flowed pure water for thousands of years. The exposed stones saw wars and reconciliations, ships that kept captives, and those that absorbed illegal immigrants returning generations later. Storms and natural disasters, and yes, also epidemics that visited and disappeared. And everything is engraved forever between the still and telling folds of stone for those who only listen to the wind whistling in the grooves. Whether it's a graceful couple walking on the soft sand, or just a passerby like me who stopped on the way from there to there, to take a deep breath and take a short snapshot on my mobile, so I can enjoy it now. And maybe, if I am lucky, share the experience with you too.