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 Oil painting, 1997, 165X200 cm. Jaffa, the city of oranges and one of the oldest cities on the Mediterranean. The Canaanites called it "Yafi" meaning beautiful. In season, the colors of ripe oranges on the trees filled me with joy, as did the happy rituals associated with picking and shipping the fruit across the blue Mediterranean. |
 Oil painting, 1997, 165X200 cm. Our home was in the old City of Jaffa; its windows framed the clear blue sea. The bustle of the harbor intertwined with the ancient mellowed stone of the old buildings to form a mosaic of color and beauty. In the late afternoons, when the fishing boats returned home with their catch the harbor teemed with life and excitement. |
 Oil painting, 1998, 165X200 cm. The unconscionable and criminal conspiracy between the Zionists and Britain resulted in a flood of Jewish immigrants to Palestine. Palestinian land was seized and its resistance was brutally suppressed. A racist Israeli state was established on the ruins and destruction of the Palestinian homeland. |
 Oil painting, 1998, 165X200 cm. At dawn on 28 April, 1948, armed Zionists over-ran Jaffa, and forced the townspeople out of their homes at gunpoint. The terrorized citizens were forced into boats and driven out to sea pursued by a hail of Israeli bombs and bullets. |
 Oil painting, 1999, 165X200 cm. The sea is generous and life-sustaining, but not when a cruel enemy bars fishermen from the freedom of the sea from seeking their legitimate and age-old livelihood. But the knight is coming … from the land … from the sea … from the sky … he is coming. |
 Oil painting, 1999, 165X200 cm. The Israeli occupation divided cities, towns and villages. Families were separated … and brides were unable to cross over the divide to join their bridegrooms. Palestinians in enemy prisons were tortured. |
 Oil painting, 2000, 165X200 cm. The Arab horse, symbol of Arab pride and strength is hemmed in on all sides. He is bound by restrictions and obstructions, unable to realize his capacity to give and achieve and unable to realize his hopes and dreams. |
 Oil painting, 2000, 165X200 cm. We can compare our plight to the age-old sacred evergreen olive tree. Roots dug deep into rocky land bespeak of our strong attachment to our ancestral country. It's defiance of elements and time reflects our struggle against greater powers and huge odds. We both endure, yet in the end we both survive. |
Jaffa: Bride Of The Sea