Saadjärv. Äksi Church, 1923-1924

every time massive wildfires break out in Israel, I just remember that the JNF (Jewish National Fund) has been planting non-native pine trees in Palestine for decades now. The JNF has been using greenwashing to disguise the colonial origins and aims of its organization. Sometimes, the trees are planted directly on top of depopulated Palestinian villages. These pine trees, being non-native to Palestine's environment, are very flammable. Just a couple things to think about while we look at the news of these wildfires.

Tano Festa (Italian, 1938-1988), Il cardinale, 1986. Oil and acrylic on canvas, 100 x 80 cm

Hey I Love You Thank God It’s Spring

3 colour riso prints :) available here !!

recordings 10 by miramar al nayyar, 2024, acrylic & oils on canvas, 29.5 × 29.5 inches

the first time young Ares met new-born Aphrodite as a serpent （‼️entirely based on my imagination not the true myth）

3 postcards venting my frustrations about living in a car centric dull suburban city.

Image and text ID under the cut

[Text ID:

Postcard 1: There is something very sinister about the emptiness of suburbia. It is defined by a lack of everything. No trees, no buildings, no people.

Postcard 2: Flat emotionless concrete, stretched out for miles. You do not see the people hidden in their private carriages, protected in palaces so fortified they might as well not exist.

Postcard 3: To fight isolation, they suggest stepping outside. But you find nothing.]

[Image ID: A set of 3 postcards, with an illustration on the front and writing on the back of each.

The first image is of a yellow surrealist landscape with distorted traffic lights throughout, and a winding path that leads to a blue city in the distance. There is a simplified figure facing towards the city.

The second image is a blue city street with liquified distorted buildings, leading towards an orange glow in the distance. The figure is facing towards the horizon.

The third is an orange desert landscape with a large tree in the foreground and the character resting on it.]

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Chuffed

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

Swallow Heart Edwardian Brooch

Gilded silver angel reliquary, France, circa 1450-1500

from The Louvre

silver cupid locket from the 1600s with the inscription "no heart more true than mine to you"