Dread.
Had to make something for Leap Day.
Maaloul is a Palestinian village in Galilee. In 1948, it was destroyed by the Israeli armed forces and its people were expelled, so they headed either to Lebanon or to the neighboring town of Nazareth. Since then, the former residents of Maaloul were only allowed to visit it once a year on the anniversary of the occupation, so it became a tradition to organize a picnic in the same place on that day.
The people of Maaloul village fled from it under the fire of Zionist gangs in 1948. This is a wound that will not heal. The people of the wound cling to it because it may one day chart the way back. The villagers visit the ruins of their village once a year to celebrate over them. It is an amazing insistence on clinging to the land and its memory. We were able to carry our wounds in our bags because the wound prevents forgetting. That memory, which was written in blood, is more lasting than all the ruins and all the artificial countries.
Via itszaynalarbi
I salvaged this with a bunch of filters. VERY out-of-practice with watercolours…
Hadn’t drawn anything Padak-related all year.
She can communicate with a variety of sea creatures…but can she communicate with a Great Old One who partially looks the part?
Filter-less versions, low & high light:
Do people realize that Israel is so unrestrained that it’s now launching attacks in Lebanon and Syria as well. Do people realize how little Arab people mean to these genocidal maniacs that they are now killing people in three Arab countries. Can genocide apologists pause their pure hatred for Arabs to at the very least admit this. Or are we going to pretend that Israel has a reason to be intensifying attacks in Damascus right now
And now a picture to start off the new year.
Edge!
Filter-less version.
(My phone washes out the colours for some reason.)
May have interpreted this in a completely wrong way…
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