Al Quds
QUDS
See What My Eye Sees. Yallah Ma3na 3la Falasteen
“How do I get out of here. I have two girls. We need to get out. This smile, you see on my face, it holds itself. I have family in Canada, they have tried to get us out. We want out. What can we do. Do you know?”
Coffee shop chats, before departing to Jerusalem. At the Goodbye plaza in Ramallah.
We Walk In PAIRS
Side by side, with familiar faces, we walk together. Every little carve into another alleyway became a new section. Russian, Arab, Jew, Muslim.. Each of their own. We walk in pairs.
.Search for YOUR medicine.
because tomorrow will come
and tomorrow is near
نزلت ولا قات الدنيا زحمة روحت عابيت
Inside Al Aqsa or along side of the wall, we all bow down and recite
SOME, choose to draw:
Captain Tom
“You wanna take a picture? Why you wanna take a picture? What magazine do you work for?”
“Ya 3ami, I just take photos.”
THE MAIN PLAZA
No perspective and zero rules when it comes to sketching. That’s the only way it should be.
I sat with Sitty for a while. She told me about her kids and their kids. She told me about her farm. She carries all these grapes from her farm everyday on the bus to bring it to the center plaza. Takes her hours to commute. She leaves when all her delish grapes are gone. Honored to taste from her grape tree.
