Friday-Saturday, November 24-25 (Conference at the art museum in Ein Harod, then on to Beit Shemesh, and finally home...)

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  • A flock of tiny yellow birds, flying in a flickering cloud that changes color as it changes direction.
  • Two broken cars piled on top of each along the side of road, the bottom blue, the top silhouetted, sky showing therough its missing sections; wires dangle from under its hood, like some giant has chewed through it.
  • The light cutting through the grove of palm trees, creating a jagged pattern of silver-green



  • The hills of the Judea dessert, rising like swathes in a painting , moving from the golden-ochre sand, to violet shadow, to orange-pink hill, meeting the pale blue-grey sky with its incoming clouds. 
  • If you look up near the ceiling in the gallery in the Museum at Ein Harod, leaves and vines have encroached on the old glazed windows from behind. They are backlit in the winter sun, like an print on a lightbox, or a quieter, more mystic, version of Anselm keefer plant vitrines.





  • The light breaks through the window in the entrance hall of the museum, creating a checkerboard pattern. Where it hits the wood, it burns gold, echoing the warm swatches of the roofs outside the door.


  • Through the window, the bright ripening tangerines peek between the green leaves, outlined by the yellow ochre stones of the neighboring house.
  • Y. sitting with her back against the glass doors. The cobblestones outside are pinky grey, her pale pink cardigan backlit to a pinky violet, beside her the football is a warm brown arlizarin.
  • he kids on thelarge round swing, outlined by the bright green of the artificial grass, amd the deep green of the citrus tree. N.'s dress glows a brighter red, Y.'s pacifier is a deep aqua, complying the triangle of greens
  • The Haredi man sitting across me on the bus has placed his hat in the cheir before him, where it sits in the darkness like a character about to speak, The boy, backlit against the purply mist of the window, looks very young and pensive.
  • Through the bus windows, disembodied lit windows, floating in the mist, alternating racktangles of blue-white and orange. 


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