I´ts been a while since I last posted anything here regarding the Israel Sketchbook project, but here it is, the book in it´s 2th edition... I´m really happy with it. You can get it here in the portuguese version ( no english version yet).
THE DEAD SEA....
... aint that dead... judging for all the wild life in it... I know, I was one. The damn greasiest water I ever seen... but honestly, I wouldn´t mind floating all the way to Jordan ( the mountains away) on the other side.
and had dinner...
Desert 48
The world is ending, giant bugs are a go go outside, war, famine, pestilence and death...
No, not the end of the world, just the plot ( as I understod it) from a movie that cinema students from Saphir College were shotting in this old ( and rather shooted at, like...with bullets) building just out side Tel-Aviv.
No, not the end of the world, just the plot ( as I understod it) from a movie that cinema students from Saphir College were shotting in this old ( and rather shooted at, like...with bullets) building just out side Tel-Aviv.Gaza
The border around Gaza is not the most "israeli sight seeing" of places. Next to a military base ( first drawing) was a watch tower, were I went to draw and, while I was there drawing, a bus full of south american journalists ( I asked them ) came, filmed, photographed and had a picnic in the most relaxed and good humored way...
... apparently oblivious to where they were. You can see the border line below, where a truck and some kind of tank are parked. The landscape ahead is the Gaza Strip. As the silhouettes of its buildings and houses melted with the dusky sky, I could only think how ordinary the place looked.
The sunset gave the place a sad mood. Behind me ( the opposite direction to the drawing above) some touring israeli soldiers came ( not so lightly has the south american jornalists, though) check the place for a while, and went.
I left the place with thoughts of curiosity about daily life of people in Gaza, sadness of why we can´t all get along, and realizing I was starving and dying for a big dinner.
... apparently oblivious to where they were. You can see the border line below, where a truck and some kind of tank are parked. The landscape ahead is the Gaza Strip. As the silhouettes of its buildings and houses melted with the dusky sky, I could only think how ordinary the place looked.
The sunset gave the place a sad mood. Behind me ( the opposite direction to the drawing above) some touring israeli soldiers came ( not so lightly has the south american jornalists, though) check the place for a while, and went.
I left the place with thoughts of curiosity about daily life of people in Gaza, sadness of why we can´t all get along, and realizing I was starving and dying for a big dinner.
Zefat
Sefad, or Zefat ( it reads tzfat) was unique. With its artists quarter, and the narrow streets. I had know idea this was were the Kabbalah was writen... cool.
The Church of the Holy Sepulcre in Jerusalem
Cant say that I felt the "holiness" of the place... maybe because of all the tourists...
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