The smell of spices and the warm wind blowing through the narrow streets of Jerusalem seem to come to life in a painting where ancient walls tell their own stories.
Memories of Jerusalem
Ah, Jerusalem... It's a city where history literally flows through the streets. I've always dreamed (and dream) of seeing it again. For some reason, it's here, among the ancient walls and sounds, that you want to create something amazing. Yes, wall art is everywhere here. Even a random drawing on the wall catches your eye, and you stop. Why? Well, it's kind of alive, conveying history. Or maybe it's because of the atmosphere that envelops you.
Posters and paintings
Posters... they are amazing, really. As a child, I thought they were just paper, but how wrong I was. In Jerusalem, I came across so many unique works, as if the artist created each of them especially for you, knowing your thoughts and secrets. Well, it's very personal, I guess. Paintings and canvas prints, they seem to speak their own language here. Imagine: an old street, where a young artist paints the Old City on canvas as only he can see it. You stand and watch as it magically transforms into... something meaningful.
- Stone walls are canvases, just huge,
- The palette is the colors of the sunset,
- The sounds of the city are the music of brushes.
When I pass by some incredible graffiti, everything freezes. It's as if you've entered another reality, for a moment. It's strange, but the word "poster" doesn't seem to convey all this. More... feelings are needed, I suppose. Well, that's my thought. Someone once said that every time someone buys wall art from Jerusalem, they take a piece of the city with them. It's hard to disagree! And you know, I can't help but mention the love that is felt in every stroke, line, shadow. All this chaos and harmony at the same time. And how can you not be delighted?