Biographical Sculptures
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mother hood |
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Rotem
born
May 1993 |
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2009_07_20 Rotem with Grandma
2003 Sculpture never completed
; ~~~ 2009 Sculpture completed on July 27, 2009
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2003_07_02, 5:50 in the morning, just before
closing this website and setting out towards another
stage of working on my Desert Vision;
Read again on Yom Kippur, Oct. 9, 2008.
This is only a poor recuperation of the page that got lost.
Even today I cannot understand, why Rotem's page got deleted,
nor why Rotem's sculpture , made for me in 2004 or 2005 , got lost.
Though she made another, tiny, sculpture for my 70th birthday, August
2008,
I still do regret those two losses very much.
"Rotem!
You will be very sorry, just like me,
that the sculpture of you on Healing-K.i.s.s. is gone.
Yesterday night your father informed me, that your page on his ruined
hard disk can not be retrieved.
And I on my part, have no time in the 2 more days until the closure
of Healing-K.i.s.s. - to redo it.
I'll only insert the photos and Hebrew texts that are guarded in a
folder for bitmaps.
But watch with me this unbelievable coincidences:
When I wanted to install a page about your eldest brother Jonathan,
I did what I usually do, in order to get the same format of a similar
page:
I opened your page and gave the command: "save as ...."
>"Jonathan".
Then I deleted all the content of "Rotem" and started with
the sculpture of "Jonathan".
In all former and later cases, Rotem, I was extremely careful to check,
if I now had two pages, the former "Rotem", for instance,
and the present "Jonathan".
After I got skilled in this method, I got it always right, and checking
was unnecessary.
But I was cautious and did check.
In this singular case I must have made a mistake, when I did
the "save as".
And only in this singular case did I skip the checking.
It was only after a week or so, that I discovered ,
that the page "Jonathan" and the page "Rotem"
had the same content.
Now this would have been repairable:
I would have operated the "Get" command,
which means,
that I can get a file from the "remote site" back to the
"local site",
which means,
that a file lost on my work site, but still existant on the Internet,
can be retrieved.
But I must do this rightaway.
For if I do the next "put" or "synchronizing"
of all my updates,
without having first commanded "get Rotem",
the remote Rotem file will be lost too.
I use to synchronize every night before going to sleep.
There comes in the third coincidence:
Exactly in those days I had no connection to "the Server".
This meant, that I could neither "get" nor "put"
anything.
I knew the danger:
Once the connection would return, I would forget about the Rotem file.
So I wrote a note and glued it exactly above the screen.
And I did more:
I called your father and asked him to download this page.
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After a week or so Immanuel, your uncle, sent an e-mail!
That was a big deal,
since he was on a camping trip with Tomer in Canada,
but once he had a possibility to write, he hurried to tell
me:
"I now understood, why you can't
connect to the Server."
He told me, what I needed to do.
And I didn't even need the reminder above my screen :
I knew, that the first thing I would do,
would be to "get" the Rotem file.
But then, can you believe it? can I believe it?
I did NOT do this as the first thing, but started to synchronize..
There are two parts to the process:
the program checks "what's new" and gives me the
whole list.
When I agree to put all the items on the Internet,
I give the command " put".
Since there were more than 800 files with updates,
both processes took a very long time.
Why didn't I remember the Rotem file
while the first long process was going on?
For if I would, I would have cancelled it,
in order to first "get" your page.
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With T on his birthday in November
2002
in my house
With Immanuel on his 40th birthday 2003_01
in your house
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When I realized, what I had done, I immediately called your father:
"See my stupidity! I'm so glad you downloaded that page."
And now there comes the incredible "surprise":
"I'm sorry, but today I brought the computer
to repair.
They said, that the hard disk was probably damaged.
You'll have to wait , until we'll know."
Do you think, this is all?
The singing birds woke me up as usual,
but this morning I couldn't go back to sleep.
Your page really bothered me.
But while I was writing the above lines,
the "Enter" key on my keyboard got stuck so often,
that I had to stop and find a solution.
It's true, that this problem has started already some days ago:
when the key gets stuck, the line runs down into hell with utmost
speed.
But since it happened not more than once an hour, I could manage.
Why was I forced to stop writing even this pitiable letter to you?
I got the keyboard from my old computer,
closed all programs and the computer itself,
but when I had tried to connect the cable,
the plug didn't fit the socket.
I caught your father on his way to work - 6:30.
He proposed that at 7:30 I go to your house.
In your room I would find a keyboard in a bag.
"Why in a bag, and why in Rotem's room?"
"Because I'm supposed to install our former computer for her!"
I used the time to run to the pool and play
"dolphin" vigorously,
and then got the keyboard from your room.
The story, I've written, gives you a remote idea
of all the hardware, the software and the technical skills
which I have needed and used for two years, i.e. about 750 days,
in order to create this overbearing, and still incomplete site called
Healing-K.i.s.s.
But what is the message of this sequence of obstacles and loss?
That I'm supposed to close
the site, I already knew before.
And I was determined and adamant concerning this closure already before.
So what is the message, Rotem?
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Dancing
disco with Tomer in my house
I also said something about the strange
connection
between Rotem and Tomer,
which are the same consonants, only inverted,
and the numerical value is
1
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What I remember of your page, are three
compositions or sculptures,
The first about your beautiful poem, which you sang last year (photos)
and forgot its tune,
and said, you didn't know what to do with it anymore and gave it to
me.
I made a translation and you said, that it was nicer than the original,
but that was not true.
The second sculpture was about "Capoeira",
a dance-fight, developed by the black slaves in Brazil,
in which you have been training yourself for 2 years now.
You invited me to "graduation", a new belt,
and I again was very enthusiastic concerning this Body
work.
I searched for information on the Internet
and this sculpture included some links, epitomized information and
my interpretation.
[about
Capoeira see also Communication with Deity Febr. 16, 2003]
When I showed you the page,
you saw that I had inserted not only the photo of last year's graduation,
but some photos of Tomer's graduation in Judo 2 years ago.
Without any comment on my part you understood what I wanted to compare:
the adoration for the teacher, expected in Judo,
(you made a humorous gesture describing this)
with the equality between teachers and pupils in "Capuera"
(how even the greatest teacher, that beautiful colored woman who had
come especially from abroad,
dances-fights with eight year old kids - to indicate their graduation).
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The third sculpture
was about the relationship between you and me,
the contract which was such a breakthrough for
me:
not to teach you recorder,
not to expect that you learn anything,
but to have a "grandma-recorder-chat" once a week.
This, by the way, has developed into chatting about the laws
of harmony.
And when I asked you last week, what you wanted to do.
You put your recorder and music sheet aside and said,
"to go on with those chords" .
And so we did that, playfully, and I let Arnon photograph us.
I told you at the end,
that I enjoy this kind of chat, play, learning tremendously.
When I was little and even through all my youth,
I was taught to play music from a sheet.
Had I learnt then about the woundrous laws of harmony~~~~ |
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Ever since that incident between us, which
I sculpted in pp4 on June
19, 2003
- I think it was my last sculpture in a puzzle piece before the closure
of Healing-K.i.s.s. -
I wanted to complete your page with the situation, in which I apologized
to you.
I came to the event of the Youth Community Center in our town,
during which you were supposed to perform twice.
The event was extremely annoying and frustrating for you,
but let us remember your practising with Ya'acov's
twin-daughter Yahel before the event,
and your singing and moving on stage with your band.
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You see, it became a new sculpture,
and I "wasted" on it - together with the technical problem
of the keyboard - 3 of my precious last hours.
And now the leaf, which I photographed on one of my walks across the
Titorah,
in order to use it as background, when I wanted to have it green,
goes on and on and I don't succeed in cropping it.
So let this expanding greenness and aliveness be a symbol of our relationship,
Rotem.
Grandma Rachel
2009_07_26
I follow my understanding
and new lekh-lekhâ on January 1, 2009,
that - after 7 years
- I should no longer create new pages on my 2 websites,
but intermingle the evidence of new experiences with that on
existing pages.
Here are five inserts about
Rotem's visit with Grandma in July 20-25, 2009
Arad ~~~ Mitzpe-Ramon ~~~
Arad
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On the day before we traveled to Mitzpe-Ramon
(3 hours)
and on the day after we came back from Mitzpe-Ramon,
the two of us had a strange visitor:
Jibreel Al-Sayyid from the now recognized Bedouin village "Al-Sayyid"
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[see
the info about this outstanding tribe and village and why 5% of the
people are deaf...]
I had met this teacher of Hebrew - in both,
Arab and Jewish schools -
when I hitchhiked to Arad, sometime towards the end of the year 2005.
In early January 2006 he came to continue our communication in my
home.
But after his visit I felt very bad and sad and expressed
this in a little song.
He now said, that he stayed away not because he was disappointed in
ME,
but because he ran away from his unsolved problems at home and at
work.
Now he also ran away, but saw his car turning towards Arad - towards
me.
The communication between the three of us was so good,
that it was decided that he would come once again while Rotem was
with me,
and that's how I got Jibreel and Rotem on one picture twice,
the first time - around noon - in my one room,
and on Shabbat Eve outside on my veranda.
By the way, Jibreel means Gabriel,
and Rotem's close friend is also called Gabriel
I also was excited about the synchronicity between this Arab-Jewish
encounter
and Rotem's recent participation in the first part of the
Nir School of the Heart
Before and after Jibreel's visit on
Shabbat-Eve she showed me photos on Facebook,
both - about her and her friends in the Nir School
and about her and her friends in her Democratic
School at Modi'in
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With her best Nir-school friend: Farah
Alem from Ramallah!
On this picture they are seen on the background of Acco,
where they had an especially strong experience:
After the shock about the
riots on Yom Kippur 2008,
Acco doesn't seem to be the town of harmony any longer.
They met with a Jewish citizen and an Arab citizen,
and the Arab participants in the Nir School program ,
who always were "on the right side" , could see that...
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with Suzie and Farah |
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Rotem learns how to give an infusion |
Rotem and Farakh give an infusion to Olga
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Jewish-Arab teenagers, learning together
about the physical human heart
here cover themselves with blankets agains the cold |
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with Didi (Doua) Maoz from Haifa |
And these are some of the pictures in Facebook,
which show Rotem in different situations at the Democratic School:
Purim! |
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with Michal, her friend since first grade,
(I remember her well)
with Tal, her best friend at present
(I did not get to know her) |
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with Yaacov's
twins:
Shira (left picture) and Yahel (right picture),
once her best friends ,
but now she feels estranged from Yahel,
the one with whom she stars on the first part of this page... |
Rotem among her friends of the Democratic School
Two photos
of Rotem's visit with Grandma in Arad, July 20-25
see in the fifth insert:
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See an entry about Rotem in "AUschwitz-Harmeze" |
