The young trees in India, reminded me of the newly-planted garden in Old Jaffa, that I planted as young. (at the junction of Yeffet St and Dr. Ehrlich St.).
I’ll never forget the first time I planted a tree during the Jewish festival of Tu B’Shvat, the “Holiday of the Trees.” I was 5 years old. It was in the Arab quarter (at that time) of Old Jaffa, at the junction of Yeffet St and Dr. Ehrlich St. All the small children in my kindergarten planted seedlings that day. The ground looked like open mouths facing us.
Longing to Old Jaffa that I love, a few weeks ago I looked at that forgotten drawing I did in India, and decided to bring back to life the passion and excitement I had when passing by the planted trees in Old Jaffa some years ago, and saw that they grew to a remarkable wood.
“The Holiday of the Trees” is over a hundred years old. “Tu B’Shevat” (ט״ו בשבט in Hebrew) has ancient sources that go back thousands of years. However, in its current form in the Israeli tradition, the main custom is planting seedlings. This has been celebrated since 1908, when the Teachers’ Union declared that it would be a day of planting seedlings and educating children about the importance of planting trees. Since then, this holiday has been celebrated every year with mass plantings throughout Israel, and therefore it can be described as one of the most ecological, environmentally-friendly holidays.
Motorways and high-rising buildings are deadly and destructive for the woods.
“Trees enlarge our hearts. Let them grow for hundreds of years.” NM
The print at the top: “Purple Woods”, 17.12.2024 [Experimenting]
The Pistacia trees [Ella trees] with their vast treetop creates shadow and shelter for birds and vary organisms
This Etching is a confession of love for the common trees and the land of Israel. Plants and trees in each country express the structure of the people, the land and it’s habits
Typical local cactus, brings home happiness and comfort
Philodendron, most common house plant, with heart-shaped leaves, brings wellbeing and freshness
Cantuta, typical South American plant. National flower of Bolivia and Peru. Also known as ‘The magic tree’
Cantutaflowersare the cover of my book “The English School”. (2013)
It took me years to gain strength to paint our old old house in Jaffa, 1949. He stood in the mid of Jaffa’s catacombs. The cactuses on the roof and around the house were the essence of that period and that house
A quick drawing on iPad – was my inspiration years later, for a series of prints on silk screen and etching
‘The Trees at the top of the hill‘ was perfect starting point for a series of prints
Created series of prints in urgent need for hope, comfort and support to my people, in troubled times of 2023-2024
I was lucky to be at the “Corona times” in Stamford Hill’s green neighbourhood, London
I painted 5 paintings of the neighbourhood. Two paintings from that series I exhibited in Espacio Gallery, Shoreditch, London2023
Buddha with Lotus on the Gangas, an oil painting I did at Mahatma Ashram’s library hut, 2016, Rishikesh, india
Two yers later, on 2018 an hurricane swept the hut, the books and Buddha to the sky
*** Top print Tzabar, Kibutz Cabri, Galilee, A3 Silkscreen, 7 colors, printed in Print Club London
I arrived to Munnar town, surrounded all by green; it’s the beautiful tea plantation mountains in Kerala..
Every one that visits India, soon enough finds out that there is a daily electricity run down. Each day in the morning or in the evening, or in both – the duration can vary from one hour to 3 h = with NO electricity! Lucky enough for me, in the 3 weeks that I am in India, in all the places I stayed there was a generator that soon replaced the main electricity source.
Now I am writing in the DARK! I am amazed to discover (only now!) that WE – the people are very adaptable! We can adapt to everything. If we want to or have to!!! After some complaints, after a bit of discomfort, soon enough we adapt the discomfort.
With that kind of power that we have of adaptation, no donut we rule the world, also exploit it to the brim. 🙁
I was lucky to arrive to Munnar yesterday, but to get to The Darkness Stroke on the my FIRST night – was a bit too much!
Every time I arrive to a new place my first night is a bit rigged – I listen to the new night sounds, I look at the creatures in my room, I listen to the dogs barking outside etc. I am a city rat, so the noises I know are of loud Police cars, loud cry of Ambulances cars etc, party music etc.
In my journey to the East, I discovered the sounds of nature.
The ‘music’ in each place is very different. In New Zealand there are a lot of crickets. (Zarzarim = Hebrew) They sit on a tree – in huge colony. When one passes under that kind of tree the chirping is so loud that it can even hurt one’s hears. These crickets are very particular, they choose only certain trees that they like to live on them. I listened to that huge choir on one tree, and in another tree next to it, it’s a complete silence. Only then I can hear the birds singing. Thank God the birds can raise their voices also.
I arrived to Munnar from Auroville, a real country side, without nearly any cars, so the voices of nature were loud & proud.
Each night there were adventurous sounds of nature, like ‘symphony’ of the night, it will sound different according to the season.
Even before midnight, after just one loud bark of a dog – a major choir of dog barking will be heard all ever the region. At that same time the jackals are waiting… and they will raise their cry. With their up loud barking-cry it’s like listening to a team of trumpets in a live concert. Hearing jackals so close to my doorstep, made me lock the door again. At that moment I realize that I must have a torch…. Ha Ha
Other exciting voices I got to know in Auroville at Ilona & Tony’s house – coming from the attic – the noises of one big happy family of squirrels. I must say, they have a busy life, chasing & running up and down all night. Also I saw & heard the lizards!!! They have a loud squawky voice when they chase one another probably saying in a romantic voice: “Come to me my love!” 🙂
I am lighting the page with my small torch to see my rough hand writing. But soon enough the Indian buttery will be off…
On top of the Darkness Plague, I have now a strong stomach pain. Eating the Indian food is fine, but it’s pretty HOT, and my stomach have to get used to digest it. (part of the adaptation…) The buttery is finally dead, and the pain in my stomach increased.
I was so astonished that an hour later, when the electricity came back, the pain in my stomach went away, and I could go to sleep happily with the “soft cry” concert of the jackals.