“Crying Dome V” (1.2m by 1m, Acrylic on Canvas, 2013, Crying Dome series. My mind returned back to this painting...It was for a Palestinian art collector (living in Jordan, due to his family’s displacement over decades. He had found my art online and fell in love with my “Crying Dome” series, as it took him back to his beloved homeland. To find a photo of this painting I just had to search back through my emails, as I’d lost the original, and found all of our conversations leading to presenting him with his painting, a nice memory...when we met in London. Reading those messages reminds me how much this painting meant to him, and to me in painting it at the time. When sharing the last Crying Dome painting on here I mentioned I’d written a poem back then too. I was in two minds whether to share it here again. Then I read those email conversations... and I saw I’d shared the poem with him and he really valued it. Reflecting back, I recognise a different me. Here are my words... #Humanity #CryingDome #Palestine #Poetry #HumanII “I'll remember, remember, that on the 14th of November, another humanitarian disaster is enveloping. I believe in expression in many forms, and so I wrote this poem on my thoughts... Remember next time we see fireworks in the sky, Some will hear those sounds every night, And they're encircled in cries, Not as joyous as lullabies, As deadly and destructive as lies, That send children to lay down their lives, Like in Baghdad prime time when we watched the fires, Twenty four seven raining down "from the heavens", As humans use our faiths to justify oppression, "Pillar of Cloud" - how Abrahamic that sounds, As bombs pound the world's most densely populated civilian land, Which has known Mongol raids to Locusts, Grown Mongrels, using White Phosphorous, To be prosperous, "they'll vote for us", Blood, blockades, sanctions and floods, A droplet of compassion is all that's needed from us, With many weakened (from within) nations, With foreign troops waiting stationed, You may say I'm talking like a Hashemite, And were I not from East I might, Feel differently, No. Like the Olive Tree, this is simply about Humanity". https://www.instagram.com/p/CO7IZU0F0VH/?igshid=1s57vdh2hf068
