Body Intelligence

A large part of the metastasis was extensive edema in the upper body. The edema was spread out as islands of cancer cell secretion, Most in the abdominal cavity. It was not an option to remove it surgically because it was so spread out And of fear to cause damage to internal organs. Her thirty…

‘Irrational’ Fears

What are they?  Where do they come from?  Is there anything we can do about them? This blog has come about because of Dax, one of the horses who lives with us.  I’d noticed that he wasn’t himself during this last week, not rushing in for his food as he normally does and seeming to…

A Bird Came

  For a while animals have been sneaking into my drawings. My drawings were supposed to be abstract but the animals insisted. And now this bird came. I know what it means. A children’s book wants to come into my world.     I used to be a graphic designer and an illustrator.  I became…

The Rebellion in the Neck

If this is a person, then his head looks as if it is planning something. But when you go down to the body, you find it quite emotional. My sense of structure cried out for some stability and this is why the pencil frames appeared, as building blocks that provide some stable interpretation of what…

Musings on WiFi, Having the Lurgy, Latest Developments and the Horses

We are still experiencing ongoing technical issues here on the Blorenge mountain – ie we haven’t yet been connected to the internet, so I’ve been relying on cafés, trains and the local library, where I can.  We’ve been given a new start date of 26 November, so fingers crossed! Despite the frustrations of being offline…

The Person I Could Be

Many times I told the story to amazed friends: When you are born in Israel, the manliest man from your family hangs an army helmet 6 feet above the ground in your room, and you have to grow into it. Of course it is not true. But in a symbolic way it is true. You…

Colorful in a Grey Way

This drawing (The one at the top) is full of people. All of them are suffering. Their hard lives left marks on them. They are thinking all the time, remembering the harsh, the longed-for, the yearnings. They are colorful in a grey way. Each of them is a story of unchanging, of stagnating, of holding…

Forget About the Preparations

There was a ladder ready to climb There was a golden gate to open Then the inner wind came running Like a wild mythological animal And took everything away with it Come, we’re going Forget about the preparations.     I used to be a graphic designer and an illustrator.  I became involved with the…