Wednesday, May 11
PALESTINIAN PAINTER Two birds leave their nest, singing a song, perhaps for the artist working in what used to be a well-kept old garden. He's painting a new house, even a new garden. Without shrapnel, without twisted metal beams, without broken bricks and loose electrical wires. But then I see him hesitate, looking at a headless doll lying in the rubble. I'm wondering if he'll paint it as part of the new house and the resurrected garden. It might destroy its harmony. It might disturb visitors from abroad. (Mosab Abu Toha)