Art isn’t about what you see. What did I know…?
Avi was back in London. He’d been back in Israel for family matters for a year or so during which I’d paid him a visit, but now he’s back here, though I’m not sure why.
Today was Memorial Day, during which the victims of the Second World War in Holland are being commemorated, just like every year on the 4th of May.
The difficulty with abstract expressionism like that of Barnett Newman is that it doesn’t represent something (immediately) recognizable. That doesn’t necessary mean there is nothing to relate to though.
It was not long after Israel’s Second Lebanon war in 2006 that I met Avi. I was working in London at a famous ad agency on Knightsbridge, between Hyde Park and Harrods.
Izzy was missing the other day.
We had started to let her out only a couple of weeks ago. Enough to get used to the gardens and not to get lost, but she isn’t too bright. And she’s fat, too.
Since our move to Holland and the purchase of our house A and I needed a sunny holiday.
Having been to the Greek islands of Lefkas and Samos before, this time we decided to go to the larger island of Lesbos.