Monday, 30 June 2025

Daniel and Carly

I have been writing about sirens and missiles and war with Iran but, for now, a ceasefire has come into effect, so I will go back to sharing my art.
Daniel, just like his four brothers, receives one of my cards on his birthday every year. His mum tells me they have become an essential part of her family's birthday celebrations. Last year I showed him playing the piano on his card, and before that I have shown him playing the ukulele and dressed as a scientist, with a white coat and test tubes in his pockets. 
This year, for his 19th birthday, mum asked me to make Daniel a card that showed that he is now in mechina (pre-army programme) and that he is making preparations for his upcoming time in the IDF (Israel Defence Forces). She sent me the logo of the mechina programme and also a photo of his trainers. She thought they might illustrate his physical preparations for the army. 
I showed Daniel in the centre of the card, and added the logo and his trainers in background. A red heart with the name of his girlfriend, Yuval, who he met in the mechina, is to his right. Behind him a big number 19 marks his age.
Back in 2022 a lady in the US reached out to me with a request for a Bat Mitzvah card for a friend’s daughter. She thought it would be extra special for the card to come from Israel. I created a card for the Bat Mitzvah girl who was going to have an ocean/sea life themed party.
A few months ago the lady contacted me once again, this time with a request for a card for Carly, the original Bat Mitzvah girl's younger sister. Carly loves softball, her black cat Luna and the ocean, my customer told me. She also loves the Tampa Bay Lightning, an American professional ice hockey team based in Tampa, Florida. Her Bat Mitzvah was going to have an all purple theme.
Playing softball is a real love of Carly's, so I showed her gripping a softball bat. Apparently Carly made sure her Bat Mitzvah party was where everyone could see the sunset over the water, so a beautiful purple coloured sunset can be seen behind her. Luna the black cat is next to her, and I also included the the Tampa Bay Lightning logo, a stylized lightning bolt. The team was named the Lightning in reference to the Tampa Bay area apparently being the lightning capital of North America. The logo is the origin of one nickname for the team, the "Bolts".
My customer was once again very happy with the card.
"Carly’s card came yesterday. Thank you so much! It looks awesome! I love it and so will she! Thank you again!"
* This post has been shared on Happiness is Homemade and Tuesday Turn About.
Sticky Mud and Belly Laughs

Monday, 23 June 2025

HaMenahelet

Yesterday morning we woke up to the news that the U.S. has joined the war with Iran. There were missile attacks all over Israel and we had to remain sheltered for a long stretch. Sadly there were direct hits. Schools and workplaces are still closed and we have been ordered to stay within the radius of bomb shelters.
It's been a rough week with very little sleep.
We were advised to pack a bag in case our home is hit or in case we have to leave in a hurry. But what to pack? Apart from the obvious passports and car keys, how do I decide what items in my home are most precious to me? I lost a son. Every single thing in his bedroom is a memory. I can't pack the two huge boxes of his drawings into my bag, nor the totem pole he carefully crafted when he was 9 years old, which has stood proudly in the lounge ever since then.
I am simply not able to do it.
This war is far from over and I fear the consequences for Israel and the Jewish community as a whole. However, I am feeling some relief knowing Iran's nuclear weapons have hopefully been destroyed, at least for the time being. A nuclear Iran was an existential threat not only to Israel but to the Arab world and to the whole world - whether or not that was widely acknowledged. The U.S. has the power to prevent the world's centre for terrorism from developing nuclear weapons. I am glad they used it.
It was also announced yesterday that Israeli forces had recovered the bodies of civilians Ofra Keidar and Yonatan Samerano, and soldier Shay Levinson, who were all killed on the 7th October 2023, the day of the Hamas-led attack on Israel. With their retrieval, 50 hostages now remain in Gaza, only 20 of whom are believed to be alive. 28 are confirmed dead by the IDF (Israel Defence Forces) and there are grave concerns for the well-being of two others. Hamas is also holding the body of an IDF soldier killed in Gaza in 2014.
In addition, four more of our dear soldiers were killed in Gaza last week, including the son-in-law of a close friend of mine.
So, having said that I feel some relief, there is also nothing to celebrate at the moment.
In the meantime, I am still creating art.
Although schools have been abruptly closed here, the end of the school year is coming up and some people are looking for teacher gifts. A customer approached me to ask if I could create a papercut for a school principal, HaMenahelet (המנהלת) in Hebrew. Menahelet is a Hebrew word that translates to "principal" or "director", specifically referring to a female principal. It's commonly used in the context of schools or educational institutions, but can also be used in other settings to refer to a female director or manager.
My customer liked my name plaques but also really loved my design with the hand and the sprout coming up, a symbol of growth and hope. "Would it be possible to add that in?" she asked.
I removed some of the seed heads from my name plaque design and replaced them with the hand and sprout that she liked so much.
"Thanks so much." she wrote to me. "It's lovely."
Sticky Mud and Belly Laughs

Monday, 16 June 2025

War With Iran

I have a bunch of my more regular blog posts ready to share here but it did not feel right to publish any of them right now, with everything that is currently going on here. Israel was already at war and we are now in the middle of an even bigger one. Last Thursday evening at 3:30am, my phone started blaring with a siren I’ve never heard before. I thought it was just another Houthi missile, something that we have sadly got used to over the past few months, but this time it was different. It was a more urgent siren with a more urgent request. A short while before Israel had pre-emptively struck Iran to remove its nuclear capability and remove the threat over Israel’s head. The country was expecting a response and we needed to get to a safe place.

For years, the Iranian regime has been stating that it has the long-range goal of destroying Israel, at the same time advancing toward obtaining a nuclear weapon. Iran was also behind the 7th October attacks, arming and funding the Hamas terror organization, and directly attacking Israel twice, firing hundreds of missiles toward the State of Israel in April and November 2024. The time had come for Israel to take action, targeting Iran’s military and nuclear facilities, the military leadership and the scientists behind Iran’s nuclear program.

In the days since the attack we have basically stayed at home. The last few nights we have been woken multiple times by sirens and, on one occasion, just by the loud booms. Rocket debris has fallen in the city where I live. Schools are closed. Workplaces are closed. Only essential services remain operational. The airspace and waters around the country are closed and so it looks like our upcoming trip to the UK, my first one since losing Gadi, will not happen. It is important to remember that while Israel is targeting military and nuclear facilities, Iran targets civilians and sadly a number of Israelis have already lost their lives.

Iran was taken over by a dictatorship. The transition to an Islamic Republic with dictatorial characteristics occurred steadily after the 1979 revolution, which overthrew the last Shah of Iran. The country is weeks away from obtaining a nuclear weapon. It was now or never for Israel. If Iran is ultimately able to destroy Israel, the western world will be the next target.

I am tired and I am scared.
These photos were taken just 10 days ago at a chocolate and cocktails workshop our son and his girlfriend, Hila, treated us to for our birthdays. We mixed two cocktails and chose the fillings for 32 pralines which we took home with us. Of course there was a siren in the middle of the workshop and we spent time standing in the stairwell of the building in Jerusalem where the workshop took place.
Am Yisra'el Chai! - The people of Israel live!
Sticky Mud and Belly Laughs

Monday, 9 June 2025

Gadi's Third Yahrzeit*

It has been quite a while since I shared a personal post here. My regular readers will remember that on 21st May 2022 we lost our youngest son Gadi to suicide. We recently marked three years since his passing and I felt that I was not being true to myself if I did not mention it on my blog. It has been three very tough years of questions, waiting, imploring and, most of all, missing Gadi. Through a lawyer we have learnt many details that we were not told about at the beginning, but these details have only led to more questions. I do not believe that we will ever truly know what happened to my beloved son the night he died - the authorities concerned are banding together to keep us at bay - but we know who to blame and who ultimately caused Gadi to believe that life was no longer worth living.
At the end of May we marked the three years since Gadi's passing with a memorial evening and then a morning service at the military cemetery where he is buried. These are my words from that day.

Three years.

Gadi, it is impossible to believe that three years have passed since we lost you. Each evening, when I go out for a walk, I think about the words I want to say to you. I have so much to say and I plan it all in my head, but when it comes to writing it all down, the pain is too much to bear. I want to speak with you face to face. I want to reminisce with you and laugh about the crazy things you used to get up to. And yes, I guess I even miss the times when I yelled at you for losing all your things or forgot to do something important.

I don’t want to keep writing about you in the past tense. I want you to still be here, by this stage having finished your military service and probably off travelling in some obscure part of the world, exploring the places that you always dreamed of. I want to see photos of you in gorgeous settings and to enjoy the sketches you would most probably have made.

But that is not to be because three years ago, in May 2022, the world turned against you.

Three years.

The length of time it took to construct the Eiffel Tower and the core structure of the Golden Gate Bridge.

Three years. The time it took Charles Darwin to conduct fieldwork in South America, which laid the foundation for his theory of evolution.

The Watergate Scandal, the political scandal involving U.S. President Richard Nixon, unfolded over roughly three years.

Michelangelo completed the most intense painting work on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel in about three years, and J.R.R. Tolkien wrote the bulk of The Lord of the Rings manuscript over approximately three years.

But in three years we have failed to learn, really learn about what happened to you the night you decided that life was no longer worth living. The police don’t want to talk to us or answer our many questions. The army don’t want to help, and it took so long to receive the report about your death – a report that told us next to nothing – that by the time we had received it, along with the additional materials, Harvot Barzel had begun and the story of your death was old.

It is hard to believe you died before this terrible war. That’s you don't know about the hatufim** or the many people who were killed, including your school friend Ariel and your best friend from the army, Yakir. Though perhaps you do know. Maybe you are all hanging out together, discussing what is going on down here and keeping each other company. I like to think so.

Not long ago we learned that Yakir named his car Steve. Steve. The name that you, Gadi, used for everything. When you and Nadav were young we all used to love watching ‘Walk On The Wild Side’ clips together. For those of you who have not yet discovered the clips, ‘Walk On The Wild Side’ was a British comedy sketch show shown on BBC One. It involved the overdubbing of voiceovers to natural history footage, to give the appearance of the animals doing the talking. You, Gadi, were particularly enamoured with the talking marmots named Steve and Alan. Many characters in the delightful stories you then wrote were henceforth named Steve. I have convinced myself that Yakir, a US-born young man who became completely Israeli and refused to speak English even with us, named his car Steve because you once suggested he do so.

Gadi, you were such a talented young man. Using the words you once used to describe yourself, you were “messy, artistic and funny”. I still have so much to say about you, but telling your story called “My Pet Puffin”, a story about a Puffin called, yes you guessed it, Steve, seems like a good way to share just one of your many talents.

“I wish I had a pet puffin. If I did I would call it Steven (only because I like the name) and I would call him Steve for short. During the day Steve could waddle round the house with us, and during the night he could sleep in the bath that we never use full of warm water (because he comes from the Atlantic and the Atlantic has mostly warm water.) I would fill the bath with small rocks and pebbles, and I would build a sort of artificial stone ledge for him to perch on. I would pour a salt container into the water, and put a few fish in the bath in case he wanted a snack in the middle of the night. During the day I would feed him an assortment of herring, tuna and whatever other fish we could find in the fridge. Sometimes I would play a recording of other puffins to him so he would feel at home. Maybe I would get a female puffin as well. I would call her Stevette.”

Gadi, you wished for a pet puffin. I wish for a lot of things.

I wish you had never discovered weed, whether it was at school or at youth club, it was certainly not something you learnt about at home.

I wish that the Modi’in police had not been aggressive and mean, and had instead seen you as a young, tired soldier who just needed to be sent home.

I wish you had woken Dad.

I wish that the army had been more proactive and helped you that night, and I wish that they would listen to what we have to say now.

I wish that the lawyer that you called at midnight had answered her phone.

I wish that the guy you spoke with at ERAN, Israel's emotional first aid service, had been more prepared.

I wish that the young girl who answered the Israeli police emergency phone line that night knew what ERAN was and had done her job correctly.

I wish that the friends that you reached out to had understood your despair.

But most of all, Gadi, I wish you were still here. I miss you so much.
Despite the lack of cooperation from the authorities involved, we were recently successful in getting Gadi's story onto the front page on a national newspaper, Yedioth Ahronoth. Though it will not bring Gadi back, it is important to us that the public know his story, about the dreadful lack of care that was shown to him the night he died, and about all the mistakes that were made.

This is the link for those of you who are interested in reading the full article in English.
* Yahrzeit is a Yiddish word meaning anniversary of a death. It is the yearly anniversary of a loved one's death (traditionally the anniversary of the Hebrew date, not the Gregorian date). Jewish people observe yahrzeit at home by lighting a special long-burning candle in memory of the deceased.

** Hatufim is the Hebrew word for hostages and, in this case, refers to the 55 men and women still being held in captivity in Gaza. 33 are believed to be deceased, 20 are believed to be alive and 2 unknown.

Sticky Mud and Belly Laughs

Sunday, 1 June 2025

Pops

A new customer contacted me to see if could make a special birthday card for her dad. "We call him Pops and he is turning 80" she told me. "He likes cars, good quality whisky and good books, and is kind, generous and compassionate."
I decided to show "Pops" with a book in one hand and a good whisky in the other. Behind him is a bright red sports car, a bottle of whisky and a small pile of books. My customer was keen for me to include his character traits too, so I added them as words surrounding him. Finally, a big number 80 marks his age.
My customer was delighted with the card and was excited to send it to her dad in South Africa.
* This post has been shared on Wonderful Wednesday Blog Hop and Happiness is Homemade.
Sticky Mud and Belly Laughs

Monday, 26 May 2025

17 and 18

The new customer who saw and loved the birthday cards that I made for Ilana came back to me once again, this time for a card for a daughter whose birthday was in January. I previously made a birthday card for another daughter back in December. Like her younger sister, this young lady also plays netball. She does gel nails as a hobby for clients, and mum told me that she loves to sleep!
I showed the birthday girl wearing the khaki green shirt that her netball team plays in. I showed her younger sister wearing the same shirt. She has a netball in her hands. Behind her is a dream bubble showing her fast asleep in bed! I added some little bottles of nail varnish and a nail file, to represent her work as a nail technician. If you look carefully, you will see that she also has beautiful pink gel nails! Finally, I added a number 17 to mark her age.
I had another request, this time for an 18th birthday card. This young lady belongs to Shevet Modi'in, a Jerusalem based Scout troop. Mum sent me a photo of her daughter's khaki Scout shirt, which is absolutely covered in badges! The khaki shirt is the same across the world for the Scouts' movement. Shevet Modi'in wear a blue aniva, or neckerchief. Much like the khaki shirt, the use of the anivot is the same throughout the movement. It connects each troop to the entire Scout movement.
Mum told me that her daughter always carries a particular water bottle. Along with the badge emblazoned shirt, I also carefully copied the green water bottle. Finally, this young lady drives her dad's green Mazda 2, which the family call 'Froggie' 🐸. I added the car to her card, along with a big pink number 18.