|My grandson Razel playing with the Sea of Galilee. Photo taken by his professional photographer brother Or Alexenberg of Oralex Photography.|
This article is the fourth of a series in The Times of Israel that explores the interface between art, Zionism, and identity in a networked world. In addition to discussing how art engages the Torah in a playful spirit, it explores art educating through visual midrash and community involvement, art revealing beauty in processes of liberation and creation, and art expressing love for the Land of Israel.
The full series can be accessed at http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/author/mel-alexenberg/.
“The pleasant and beloved child, the delightful daughter, after a long and forlorn illness, with a face as pallid as plaster, bluish lips, fever burning like a fiery furnace, and convulsive shaking and trembling, behold! She has opened her eyes and her tightly sealed lips, her little hands move with renewed life, her thin pure fingers wander hither and thither, seeking their purpose; her lips move and almost revert to their normal color, and as if through a medium a voice is heard: “Mother, Mother, the doll, give me the doll, the dear doll, which I have not seen for so long.” A voice of mirth and a voice of gladness, all are joyous, the father, the mother, the brothers and sisters, even the elderly man and woman who, because of their many years, have forgotten their children’s games.”
|Spring wildflowers at the lake in Park Ra'anana next to my home|