Lately, we’ve been going to galleries – openings of new shows, retrospectives, etc.  I haven’t been inspired by much, although I usually love art.  I usually blame myself, or Ezi, who whipped through an exhibit tonight faster than I’ve ever seen him go.  But it is the art as well – looking for a way to deal with the fresh hell we are served with every day.  

Today was particularly hard for me.  It was at the entrance to the Artists’ House that the news came that Witkoff declared Hamas uninterested in negotiations, and the talks would now stop.

what cares about art when hope for the hostages has just disappeared?  And what artist would dare hold a mirror to our dispair?