Last weeks’ events in Israel, resonated beyond the sketchy borders of this complex and complicated country. The kidnapping of three young men from a settlement in the west bank, touched probably most ex-pats, Jew of every shade and kind.
People all across the world were called to pray for the kidnapped young men well being.
The media, as well as the entire nation psyche, were and still are harnessed and occupied by the cause, and all other aspects of israeli life seem to have been swept aside until the three young men are freed.
Artzi, could not avoid writing about them, and focused on one of the three in particular, the one whose picture appeared in the media while playing a recorder.
he signed his weekly column with a paragraph about woodpeckers. I came up with the idea of showing the woodpeckers, revealing that young man, hidden inside a tree trunk. perhaps in an unconscious reference to the illustration from last week .
Here’s an old commission. While randomly going through my files, I’ve stumbled upon these two illustrations which dealt with the trade of Investment advisers.
If I remember correctly, the responsibility taken by advisers for their advice, foreign interest and integrity, where amongst those which were covered in the article.
Hence, no matter where you’re coming from, your colour, sex or creed, if you’re good at what it is you’re doing; you’ll make it!
To read the full article, click here.
*Just realised, an old American car features in Alice Munro’s post from June 11th
There’s no other explanation. I have today felt the need to change my portrait on my Facebook page. Found a snap on my iPhone and started playing with it (Believe me, there is a considerable non pixelated mass to play with)
I have eventually ended with the image below:
So, why, you might be asking does the title relates to my belief in the existence of ghosts? Well, Mr. A. Warhol insist on staying for the night. next thing I know he’d be asking for a ball of tinned soup.
Little did he know, in view of the weekend’s kidnaping event in Israel, Last week’s Shlomo Artzi’s column dealt with the concept of absence, disappearance, missing things, missing people and all things that are no longer present.
I have dared, on this occasion to stray out of my habitual drawn way, and allowed myself the use of my artistic license to create this photo montage.
The image relates in particular to one of the themes evoked in the column, relating to a missing young woman.
During this week, books will be celebrated throughout Israel in this annual tradition of the’ Book’s week’.
For that occasion, I was asked by Yedioth Ahronoth, to illustrate An Ounce of Cure, one of Alice Munro’s (the Nobel Prize winner in Literature 2013) short stories.
I really enjoyed the reading, first of all because of the genre; I ‘m a lousy reader, therefore knowing from the word go, that the reading will be concluded shortly, provides me with a great incentive.
A second source of enjoyment was the story itself, and the author’s facility to depict through simple words and a direct, prosaic style, the entire life of her heroine.
The story line is built around one event which turns out to be a pivotal one for the rest of the heroine’s life.
The other, most important source of enjoyment for me, was a phone call from my wonderful dad, who saw the illustration in the paper, so he called me to say how much he liked it.
If only for that, it was worth it!
The nightmare of introducing documents into our sacred household, is an act which I consider to be aggressive and violent on our precious dwindling time resources.
I was asked to illustrate an article dealing with filing management, relating in particular to the French health care bureaucracy.
And here is the rough: