With smoking zones shrinking more and more in public spaces, poor puffers barely get the ground to stand on, in this smoking alley in a Hotel. They can’t even raise their heads to blow off the smoke, all for the roving eyes ‘looking down’ upon them, from the roof top. Wouldn’t be wrong to say, ”Roof has been taken away from smoker’s heads.”
The artist paints with his hands, what he sees through his heart. The artist here sees no wall, but a passage right through it. Quite like when Napoleon’s Army questioned how would they cross Alps, he replied, “There are no Alps.”
And then the epic Palestine-Israel wall and it’s art of resistance. This speaks volumes of the hope that artists paint on the canvas of hopelessness. Paintbrush is their weapon, ideas their gunpowder.
How I wish we all envisioned in front of us, “There are no walls.”
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