ByJulia Chi
I did a sort of peep show vlog today; and I noticed that rather than not wanting to be on video, everyone was keen to be in the frame… I am so aware not to capture people on film who don’t want to be captured that I recognise now I have been missing giving people…
ByGiora Carmi
I looked at a previous painting. I started to read it again. Yesterday I read it psychologically (which you didn’t see), and the reading shifted to a bigger view of all psychology, as I’ve been doing lately. Obviously I am in a stage, in which I notice more and more the superficiality of the psychological…
ByJulia Chi
Anadi and I have just been sitting in the sun in a little square… We have taken to having lunch at about 4.30; the time has crept later and later. Today the food we ate felt like there was a magic ingredient within it. While we waited for it to be prepared we sipped from…
ByGiora Carmi
I was born in Israel and my parents were idealistic pioneers. They built Israel from nothing, with all the others there of course. They wanted social justice, a place to live and grow their food, a place where they could have a country and a piece of land and they wanted their children to be…
ByGuglielminotti Trivel
As this month invited us to celebrate mothers I took this opportunity to do a bit of soul searching and thinking about the influence of my mother in my life and the many stereotypes of motherhood. In our Western society these occasions are commercially exploited to the umpteenth degree and it can be difficult to…
ByJulia Chi
As I walk in my bare feet and communicate across the globe through our incredible technology, I am reminded that the art of communication miles apart was a natural thing to mankind. The aborigines are known to use telepathy as a normal way of speaking, and it is simply an unused part of ourselves… ‘If…
ByGiora Carmi
Like Italo Calvino, who wrote about cities that never were, I too write. It is about our reality. Sometimes a living thing appears and it is a miracle that it stands at all. It stands for a very short time indeed, when there is no wind of course, without too many sets of eyes to…
ByJulia Chi
We have taken to visiting our blue rooftop restaurant every day… We clamber up the narrow steep steps from the street and emerge into our blue oasis, with pots of plants sitting on top of the thick walls. It is tiny up there, with four tables crammed in, bright parasols jostle with one another to…
ByGiora Carmi
All the colors stand around me, in bottles, tubes and pencils. They are looking quietly at what I do. What will I say? They are my audience now. I love them. They can do infinite things. They do not really look. I know. It is the whole who looks. The infinite listening-with-the-heart. The heart-of-listening. His…
ByJulia Chi
We have just come back from wandering in the streets and even doing a little bit of shopping…! Our days seem to find a rhythm wherever we are in the world… Our food changes and the climate changes, the people, the energy of the land, the feel, the texture of our time is different… But…
ByGiora Carmi
There are the lines and there are the color shapes. They seem to describe the same thing but they have very different perspectives. Sometimes, in other paintings, the lines and the shapes do not necessarily describe the shame thing. If we compare this to music, then those paintings are like counterpoint. The lines have a…
ByJulia Chi
The beach was shiny new flat clean sand, miles and miles of Saturday morning joy. Inspiration in its limitless possibility, stretching as far as the eye could see, and aspiration too from those treading on its sandy shored expanse. I love watching the Moroccan boys and young men stretching their limbs, running jumping doing all…