My Arab neighbours from Manshiya Zabda, sell ceramic pots.They possess the memory of various Mediterranean traditions. On another part of this site there are vases from the far east. This reminds me that Israel was always a cross road of climates, cultures, and traditions.
If you stroll into the field of ceramic vases you will also find many ceramic shards. The weather and time grants them with patina.
Dear Nona,
On my balcony in Tel Aviv, there’s a big ficus plant that has been here since over a decade now. a remaining sign of a previous tenant. it had a beautiful ceramic pot, but over the years the roots tore through it and for a long time now it was all holding together only on a brim, wrapped around with old gaffer tame that has already lost all power after years of rain and sun.
so two days ago i finally transferred it into a new big blue plastic container (half a barrel my dad found at the scout’s yard near their house). As i was taking the old pot apart, transferring the ficus into its new home (mamash tu be’shvat!) and later smashing the ceramic parts to bits, so that they would fit into a trash bag, i was thinking of you…
🙂
enjoy the voyage…
Amit