I will be participating in the Salon ha Cubia exhibit opening October 28, 2017, at 8 pm in Nayot in Jerusalem, as part of the city-wide Manofim project. Closing January 25, 2018. Hope to see you there. Invitation

Pleased to be participating in the exhibition HOME(less) at HUC-JIR Museum NY. Running through the end of June 2018. For details see post

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Blood, Sweat and Tears for the Long Haul

"Sole Flag Waver" © 2013 by Heddy Abramowitz
It is a sad day when the bond between America and Israel is a shared experience like senseless hate and violence.
We in Jerusalem know too well the fear, pain, anxiety and loss that come with an apparent act of terror like that which Boston just experienced in the marathon. Our thoughts and prayers go to the dead and injured and their families whose lives will never again be the same.

I say apparent, because this is still being investigated. But the Israeli in me, by now hardened with a certain cynicism regarding random very public acts of violence, senses what many would recognize as an eerie familiarity with the event.

The photograph I posted above is particularly significant to me and this subject because it was the site of a suicide bombing attack.  It is located in front of the Clal Center and across from my former studio on Jaffa Road.   That studio afforded me with much inspiration and a view of the city center that never ceased to interest me.   It also, being the city center, was the focus of a relentless campaign of terrorism during what is known as the second intifada.   During that time,  a suicide bombing took place at the bus stop just a few steps from the image in the photograph.  Close enough to shatter a window in our studio.   Another time,  the view included the rising smoke from the deadly bombing at the Sabarro Pizza  shop a little further down the street.

I often think that life in Jerusalem is like that sole flag waver, oblivious to his isolation as if the other paraders seem to have quietly disappeared.

And, perhaps not so coincidentally, it is Independence Day in Israel. We will celebrate our survival against all odds, if subdued by this event. Unlike others, according to the press after attacks of terror, we will not be passing out candy and shooting from the rooftops in celebration of violence.

Perhaps unwittingly, whoever is responsible for this tragic event, could not have picked a more symbolic event than the Boston Marathon. The birthplace of the American Revolution, the test of stamina, endurance, dedication and personal achievement. Whatever twisted goals may have existed in the mind(s?) of the perpetrator(s?), it will be these qualities that will persevere.

We are with you Boston, in pain, in loss, and in getting back up and dusting yourself off. We know.

Blood, sweat and tears. Another year on the frontlines. Chag Sameach, 65th Yom Ha'atzmaut.

"Israeli Flag and Flowering Garden  Pots with Hydrant"  © 2013 by Heddy Abramowitz

A slightly different version of this was first published on the Times of Israel here:


  1. Heddy, you always seem to find the poignant and beautiful aspects of even the most difficult aspects of life. You see the world through wise eyes. I will always carry a part of Boston with me (born and bred). Your description of Boston in right on target with how we see ourselves.
    Thank you for sharing what the rest of us can't seem to put into words.

  2. Eve,

    As a Bostonian, albeit, maybe not quite a Brahmin, you surely know this:

    "And this is good old Boston,
    The home of the bean and the cod,
    Where the Lowells talk only to Cabots,
    And the Cabots talk only to God."

    Jerusalemites speak to God all the time. I guess your life stations are serving you well

    Thank you for sharing your thoughts.