When it rains, it pours. Indeed.
I promised myself that this would be the summer of balance. Work, play, make, work, play, make, friends, swim, dance, work, play, make. In balance. I wanted to see if I could have a “normal” routine like people in other cities around the world. Get up early, work out, shower, hit the studio, make, write, see friends for dinner, talk, grow, plan, sleep around midnight. It sounded like a great plan, but it only lasted a day. That’s the Middle East for you.
My grandfather is dying and a dear friend in trapped in Gaza. My sculptures are not working the way I want them to and I’m spending way too much time reading #GazaUnderAttack updates on twitter.
Gaza is the one place that the world has truly forgotten about. On July 8, the night Israel upped its airstrikes on Gaza, millions of people were glued to the TV. But they were on the wrong channel- instead, they were watching Germany massacre Brazil on the football field.
It is the worst thing in the world to feel helpless, but it’s even worse to give up hope. I’m not there yet. We are fighting for our friend in Gaza. I am preparing myself to let go of my last remaining grandparent. I am doing my best, and my best is all I can do.
I want to write more about my friend in Gaza, but time is very precious this week and needs to be spent on the logistics and safety of her exit. When she’s out, I will write more.
I promised myself that this would not be a war blog again. So I want to take this moment to share something positive. For those who have not yet seen this. My message of peace. Lover, Lay Down Your Guns.