#palestine strike art
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[ID: drawings of a golem animated by a palestinian flag painted on its forehead. it is seen: holding out its arms protectively in front of a crowd of children, the children also hold each other supportively; catching an air strike missile from the air and throwing it away or crushing it in its fist; turning its back so that a child can warm her hands by the earth oven built into its back, food in a pot is cooking on the fire and a boy holds a cup of steaming tea to his face and enjoys the aroma; clearing away rubble so a man can help up his wife who was buried underneath, she is clutching a baby to her chest; stooping down to look at a kitten a young boy is holding up to show it; and dissolving small flakes of clay from its finger into a glass of water, purifying it. end ID]
@fairuzfan asked people to create and share art for the strike. i wrote an artist statement and then set about trying to draw what i envisioned. artist statement below.
This golem is a protector that I wish I could gift to the children and adults in Gaza. The flag on its forehead is to show that love for the Palestinian people is an animating force for people fighting for a free Palestine all over the world, especially for those in Palestine who are trying to free themselves and their people. Love is the motivation for the call for a free Palestine, not hatred like people try to claim. It is very strong and fast and can catch air strikes out of midair and crush them to dust or throw them back in the direction they came from. It can lift all the rubble of a collapsed building very quickly so nobody can get trapped underneath. It has an earth oven in its back with an ever-burning flame that people can use to warm themselves and cook food and heat water to use to bathe themselves or make tea. Pieces of its clay can be crumbled up and mixed into water to make even the most brackish and unclean water pure and safe to drink.
The golem is always a bit of a tragic figure so I don't imagine it staying around forever once Palestine is free and it is no longer needed. I think it would use its great strength to help rebuild the destroyed houses, churches, schools, universities, hospitals, and mosques and then dive into the Jordan river and dissolve. It would clean the river of all pollution and make the water splash up over all the newly replanted fruit trees, causing them to grow big and strong. Its love for Palestine and its people can be tasted in the fruit they grow for generations.
I choose a specifically Jewish icon of protection because of how it feels to witness such horrors done in the supposed name of Judaism and the Jewish people. For many anti-zionist Jews, we feel like we are acting directly within the teachings of our stories and communities by opposing this genocide. It is difficult to understand how the very people and institutions who taught us these values now fight against them so fiercely. While obviously I would still oppose Israel were I not Jewish, the way I oppose Israel is directly informed by my Jewishness. I hope that someday, somehow, Judaism can bring as much joy and support to the Palestinian people as it has brought grief and destruction. That Jewish symbols used in the name of love and justice will bear more significance than the ones used in shows of hatred. Knowing the depth of the harm caused, I do not know if this is possible. But this artwork and everything I have dedicated myself to these past few months and continue to dedicate myself to in the future is born from this hope. I love you. Thank you for being on this planet with me. From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free! And it will be beautiful.
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This song that I wrote was sung, composed, and edited by talented Gazans artists before the genocide. I pray that Faten (singer), Iyad (composer), and Mahmoud (editor) are still safe and alive :(
This is a humble translation to my lyrics:
He is precious when he goes and is precious when he comes
Carries pendants engraved "Jerusalem"
Where is he? Why can't I see him!!
What made him forget our beautiful companionship?
He finally returned, Oh my beloved, with his hands clenched to his chest hiding a gift
As he came closer, he expanded his arms, I thought, to give me a hug
Instead, he showed me his wound and made me weep
*The poem is about a woman grieving her martyred beloved
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refaat alareer - "let it be a tale"
A Palestinian poet who was martyred by an Israeli air strike on 7th of December.
Translation by (@tameeolivefern)
Poem in English and Arabic:
إذا كان لا بد أن أموت
فعليك أن تحيا
لتقص قصتي
لتبيع أشيائي
لتشتري قطعة قماش
و بضعة خيوط
(لتكون بيضاء بذيل طويل)
حتى طفل في مكان ما في غزة
يحدق بالسماء
ينتظر اباه الذي غادر على عجل
بلا أن يودع أحدًا
حتى جسده
حتى نفسه -
يرى الطائرة الورقية طائرتي التي صنعتها
تحلق عاليا
و يظن لوهلة أن ملاكًا عاليا
يُعيد الحب
إذا كان لا بد أن أموت
لتجعلها تحضر الأمل
لتجعلها قصة
If I must die,
you must live to tell my story
to sell my things
to buy a piece of cloth
and some strings,
(make it white with a long tail)
so that a child, somewhere in Gaza
while looking heaven in the eye
awaiting his dad who left in a blaze-
and bid no one farewell
not even to his flesh
not even to himself-
sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up
above
and thinks for a moment an angel is there
bringing back love
If I must die
let it bring hope
let it be a tale
#currently my Arabi calligraphy is incomprehensible so apologies#palestine strike art#free palestine#palestine#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#refaat alareer#ceasefire#my artwork#watercolor#Arabic calligraphy
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“don’t ever be surprised
to see a rose shoulder up
among the ruins of the house:
this is how we survived.”
- “a rose shoulders up” by Mosab Abu Toha
a painting referenced from this photo of Mohammad Abu Thabet and his children picking anenome flowers, photographed by Abed Omar Qusini in 2016.
in honor of today’s global strike for a free palestine ! @fairuzfan suggested making art for the strike so i rushed to finish this for today 🇵🇸🇵🇸 from the river to the sea. there is palestinian joy in the future
[ID: A digital painting of a Palestinian man, Mohammad Abu Thabet, and his children picking red flowers in a field. Mohammad is kneeling in the flower field holding up a bouquet of the flowers and smiling warmly at them.]
#palestine#free palestine#global strike#gaza#free gaza#palestine strike art#art#my art#not sure what else to tag this as
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Skateboarder Bunny for a Free Palestine!
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sometimes I think about palestine.
sometimes I think about oranges.
sometimes I think about oranges, the way my father lights up, golden in the sun with a smile he reserves for special occasions, like when his children succeed or when the orange trees bloom.
sometimes I think about oranges, the way its peel makes a home under my nails, sprays oil until the smell of it lingers in the air, sharp and strong and livid in its joy.
sometimes I think about oranges, the way my sister stands over the grass, juice-sticky down to her elbows, and reaches her hand out to me anyways; I take it, and her skin sticks to mine.
sometimes I think about oranges, the way my mother passes up her slice, then another, then another, building pyramids of orange triangles built to last for her children.
sometimes I think about oranges, the way the knife pushes tension against the peel like a needle on my skin, slips past and cuts and spills juice like blood over my fingertips; if they are stained then I will walk the rest of my days with hands dyed.
sometimes I think about oranges, the way seeds settle between the thin flesh of each wedge, tough and safe and full of life, a victory as it grows into what it has always been destined for, reaching for the skies even as it collapses a universe of life into a single tiny stone.
sometimes I think about oranges, the way they litter the earth under my feet, rotted from the wind and the rain but so full of kindness it spills out over the edges, ready to give every drop of their soul to the earth if it means another flower will bloom in the spring.
sometimes I think about oranges, the way my best friend split an orange in her hands and held it out to me across land we cannot cross, the way each bite settles heavy in my stomach but light in my heart.
sometimes I think about oranges, the way sweetness coats my lips and tongue and teeth for hours, clingy; the way acid drips gentle into the cuts in my skin and stings, as if to tell me, "I'm here, I'm here, I'm still alive."
sometimes I think about you.
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Don’t stop boycotting! Donate if you can, and sign petitions to help support Palestine 🇵🇸🍉
arab.org - click a button to generate as revenue that helps send funds to gaza
gazaesims.com - purchase e-sim cards for people in gaza with no internet access
gofundme.com/f/careforgaza - sends funds to displaced families in gaza
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I was watching the snow outside and thinking of Palestine
If you lived here
you'd see the pretty blues
of snow and wintry skies
The trees frosted and bare
asleep, waiting for the new morning
of a sun-dappled spring.
If I were there
my children wouldn't play in snow
but in ashes, if they'd be playing at all
Thousands in need of parental care
Of loved ones destroyed
The feeling of not being enough
Amplified thousandfold.
My home is shrouded in peace and quiet
In gratitude I hold my children
close, in desperate love.
In a country advertising with Santa Claus
The happiest place in the world
Funding the genocide of families like ours.
If you were here
They'd probably be still alive.
My children gone because of bombs
or lack of insuline,
And a world watching in silence
as humanity is discarded as economically unviable.
#palestine#free palestine#gaza#free gaza#israel#israel is a terrorist state#israel is committing genocide#palestine strike art#genocide#poetry#poem#the contrast is striking#my brain trying to comprehend the dissonance#we're all humans#the difference is where we were born#unbearable#my post
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Palestinian Clothing : Thobes 🇵🇸
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i made this today :)
i plan to tack it onto all my posts about judaism from here on out
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Some prose for the Palestine strike.
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Translation:
To God, I pray he removes your worries
He fills your wounded heart with safety
He lines your paths with gifts. Once opened, the air will be overflowing with songs
Mariam🌹
دعوت الله يُجلي عنك حزنا
ويغمر قلبك المكلومَ أمنا
ويفرش كل دربك بالهدايا
إذا فُتحتْ، ملأنَ الجوَّ مغنى
مريم العموري
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The death toll of Palestinians has passed 14,000— not including those who are still missing. How many more people have to die before our government calls for a ceasefire? They may look away, but the blood is on their hands. And it has been. From children getting shot on the street to children being massacred at schools to children being thrown into cages on US soil, it is clear that these people have no humanity, empathy, or morality.
It feels like we're living in a time where all we can do is watch as these atrocities are committed, but that isn't true. Scream and don't stop screaming. And don't stop at calling your representatives, scream at them on the street too. I don't care if they're at a restaurant or enjoying time with their families, these politicians don't deserve a moment of peace while they happily advocate for the death of children and babies both abroad and at home.
[11-21-2023 Update]
#art#palestine strike art#free palestine#free congo#free sudan#my art#general art#digital art#artists on tumblr#digital artist#drawing#illustration#illustrator#free gaza#digital drawing#anti war#anti colonialism#anti genocide#ceasefire now#we aren't free until we're all free#free all oppressed peoples
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a flower in a child's hand blooms all the brighter, welcoming the sun
as do the sapplings growing in bomb casings
as do the old keys to faithful homes
as do the newly weds who celebrate love in the face of adversity and atrocity
as do the bakers who make bread out of dust
as do the journalists who breathe hope out of battered lungs
as do the martyrs who shall never be forgotten
as do the people who live above all else
and will continue to do so
and together the rush of the river and the smile of the sea sing:
"my son, my father, my mother, my daughter
this is your home. this will always be your home"
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[ID: a drawing of a plains bison and a mountain gazelle. Both are wearing keffiyehs and are on a green background. End ID]
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hello if you tag your works you made with "#palestine strike art" I'll be following that tag and reblogging as much as I can :)
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