Going Cycling
The early morning rain had dried up and the sun broke through the clouds.
By mid morning it was a beautiful sunny day.
We decided to go cycling. A nice gentle ride to get our bodies re-accustomed to biking.
It has been months since we’ve been on a bike, with the ski season and being preoccupied with our properties here in NZ.
But before our cycling trip, I went to the studio to work on the paintings from the series “Unnerving To A Frualist”.
I have been working on them daily, applying layers of thick paints, waiting for it to dry and applying more paint.
I really hope they will have a good reception in the shows.
They did sell well last year, but this year I have a lot more done in oils and they look different from the acrylics ones.
The cycling trip was wonderful. We cycles on a dirt road into a new part of town that we did not see before, circling the harbor. The ginger on the side of the roads is blooming now and even though here in NZ it is considered to be a noxious weed, the sweet smell of the flowers, (reminiscent of the scent of jasmine) is intoxicating.
Down at the end of the point, we saw a very lively Marae.
This is one of the reasons I love NZ so much.
I love the way the Maori people keep their traditions alive. They still join, sing, talk, eat and unite in the Marae. It is the gathering place in which they hold meetings, celebrate, intermingle and stay together as a community.
In our little town there are a few Maraes. The one we cycled to is located off the main road, at the end point of a gravel road that spills onto the water edge with stunning 360 degree views of the harbor.
Being a sunday it was filled with people and cars.
I looked at them longingly, thinking to myself how wonderful it must feel to be a kid, born into this extended family tribe, growing up on an island, swimming and playing in the sun, instead of growing up in war torn Israel.
It is funny but lately I feel a great urge to be back in Israel, see how the country changed since I have been there, pick up some books written by contemporary Israeli writers.
Suddenly it sounds so inviting to see the art being made in Israel today, to eat the food, hear Hebrew spoken and listen to the songs.
By mid morning it was a beautiful sunny day.
We decided to go cycling. A nice gentle ride to get our bodies re-accustomed to biking.
It has been months since we’ve been on a bike, with the ski season and being preoccupied with our properties here in NZ.
But before our cycling trip, I went to the studio to work on the paintings from the series “Unnerving To A Frualist”.
I have been working on them daily, applying layers of thick paints, waiting for it to dry and applying more paint.
I really hope they will have a good reception in the shows.
They did sell well last year, but this year I have a lot more done in oils and they look different from the acrylics ones.
The cycling trip was wonderful. We cycles on a dirt road into a new part of town that we did not see before, circling the harbor. The ginger on the side of the roads is blooming now and even though here in NZ it is considered to be a noxious weed, the sweet smell of the flowers, (reminiscent of the scent of jasmine) is intoxicating.
Down at the end of the point, we saw a very lively Marae.
This is one of the reasons I love NZ so much.
I love the way the Maori people keep their traditions alive. They still join, sing, talk, eat and unite in the Marae. It is the gathering place in which they hold meetings, celebrate, intermingle and stay together as a community.
In our little town there are a few Maraes. The one we cycled to is located off the main road, at the end point of a gravel road that spills onto the water edge with stunning 360 degree views of the harbor.
Being a sunday it was filled with people and cars.
I looked at them longingly, thinking to myself how wonderful it must feel to be a kid, born into this extended family tribe, growing up on an island, swimming and playing in the sun, instead of growing up in war torn Israel.
It is funny but lately I feel a great urge to be back in Israel, see how the country changed since I have been there, pick up some books written by contemporary Israeli writers.
Suddenly it sounds so inviting to see the art being made in Israel today, to eat the food, hear Hebrew spoken and listen to the songs.
