Brothers and Sisters,
Three paintings today, in-between a visit to New York, New York. The Rebbe who I had travelled with my son to see spoke in the book-lined basement of a Sephardic, Moroccan shul.
Late that evening we were gathered at a dining room table resplendent with drinks, tea, and fine sweets. At the table were young men with energy and desire, muscled athletes, religious women, children coming in and out in play and several married men with side curls (payot) who smiled broadly, entranced by the spoken word and each thought.
We spoke. I spoke to and held the hand of this spiritual man. The paintings were not talked about.
A change is coming to our world, Jew, Arab, Christian. What it will be is unknown to me. I am an artist and the prayers I have done are in paint. I am a novice in the other areas.
What is happening is like our breathing the air of spring in the midst of an ugly city’s winter. Our nostrils are open to the sweetness of new life. We breathe in the awakening.
Brothers and sisters, let us listen. The world of Jerusalem and our lives together will change. The healing of our souls has begun.
In Gratitude,
Daniel
To find our joy we need to heal, be healed and forgive. 8,244 paintings to go (of the 10,000 to be painted). Find the painting that speaks to you, for you.
10 Thousand Souls 