I’ve been in Tel Aviv for five days, and this city is crazy. I came here intending spend my time drawing this city and its people, but these people and their stories—they are drawing me in.
This city, this country, is so beautiful and messy. This land has seen so many people, so many families and souls and lives and deaths. People here (Israelis, Muslims, Palestinians, Jews, Christians) have buried their hearts in this land and grown roots deeper than I’ve ever seen.
I’ve been making good progress on what I want to do this summer (see photo above). I’ve been meeting people and collecting their stories and compiling a bunch of comics about the people who live here, and around here (funded by Yale fellowships).
I am overwhelmed by the weight and beauty of the stories with which I’ve been entrusted so far—they are so precious, like gems. I came here convinced of the value of every human story because of the value inherent in every human, and I remain convinced.
Love from the holy land,