Ohad, Josh and I went on a day trip near Jerusalem. It was green and wonderful and we got to see relics of different times, several shades of green, and little corners in our country we never visited. Much fun and joy, and even ice cream at some point.
As an architecture student, I get to think about, review, design and build models of buildings, areas, squares, neighbourhoods and spaces that never existed, and probably never will exist. I spend hours sitting with cardboards and glue and cutting knives and drawing pencils and sketching paper and think through lines and colours and shapes and words and different languages about how I’d like life to be, in houses and streets and cities and rooms and in-between them, in the places where they intwine, connect, touch, look at each-other, view what is laid in front of them.
This is a model of a bilingual school a friend of mine and I have designed as a project in a workshop. The school who asked for the proposal is a real school, with children from Arab and Jewish villages in Israel who come to learn together in both languages. It teaches ideals, this does not happen in our everyday life here in Israel. We still don’t live like this. But this school serves as a model, and we wanted to give it a big roof and a variety of spaces to learn and create situations of intimacy and privacy, alongside to togetherness and opening-up to one another, working together to build something new. This model will never be built, I’ll never see it made out of concrete or the gardens we drew from the cardboard - grow and flourish. I never saw it, never will, but I got the privilege to imagine it and create it in other people’s minds for a few minutes, and that’s a lot.
Another swing street party! It was sunny and fun and full of Lindy Hoppers, and as what’s becoming a tradition - fresh juice as an after party. Emily is modelling my sunglasses and our sea-creatures moves.
I’m reading Everything Is Illuminated, for the third or fourth time. I love this book because it deals not only with people, feelings, memories, ideas, emotions and relationship - but also with words, and language, and the shaping of it, and the misshaping of it, and how words work when put side by side, and how you construct and de-construct and re-construct sentences and idioms and what you lose in the process, and what you gain. How the language works is somewhat how the people in the book work - always missing something, always trying to understand but can’t reach far enough or close enough to touch exactly the spot that wanted to be touched, the distance they can never cover, the spaces they can never fill. But also what grows out of it.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez died today. He was one of my favourite writers, if not the favourite of them, because he was the first one to introduce me to words as beads, to writing as a goldsmith’s work, to how language can tell a story in so many levels, and in so many ways, and through so many different stories combined. He built the scenery, the villages, the lives of people and weaved them together in a way that celebrated the mundane life, made it precious, the simplicity - holy. I could smell his words, I could drown in his chapters. Gabriel Garcia Marquez taught me that it’s not the linear plot or the doings of the characters - it’s the act of doing, it’s the doing-ing that the story revolves around, that we revolve around, it’s the words put together in the delicate way of making music out of letters, of closing your eyes to a whole new world, one that exists in its own pace, has its own time, and his own horizon.
I’ll miss Gabriel Garcia Marquez without ever meeting him. I know I will because I miss him every time I read one of his books or stories. ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’ goes with me to wherever I am going, it has caught up with me even in the faraway places I’ve traveled to, it’s moves me in a way I cannot explain. I can open y eyes to it sometimes, or draw from it what I need that very second, to breathe or to understand.
After a concert of the wonderful Hazelnut Sisters, the lindy-hop group went for an after party at the ChipSir. As usual, it was much fun and happiness, because friends, and chips.
Eating cookies after a holiday lunch. These cookies are truly amazing, so is my nephew.
Passover is here, and after an exhaustingly long day, the table is finally set, and there’s time for some selfies with my ridiculously amazing nephew.
My paper cranes mobile is finally ready! I was collecting maps for years, from every place I was traveling at, and decided that instead of keeping them in a drawer, I’ll turn them into something useful. So, here they are (well, at least some of them). I’m happy with the result (:
Swingin’ in the street! The Lindy Hop street party we organised turned out to be successful and happy, we even got to be painted during it!
And of course, every party has an after-party, this time with fruit shakes and fruit salads, perfect for this warm and sunny day.