What to Say?

Day 673.

Outside temperature is 33 centigrade, (about 95 fahrenheit).  Dew point is 65%.  It feels like it is about 38 degrees because of the heat load factor.  Oppressive.  What can it feel like in Gaza, either on the ground, or in the tunnels? No air conditioning there, not much water, no chance to get in the sea.  Hell on earth, hell below earth.

And the Cabinet has voted to conquer Gaza???????  I have nothing left to say.

As you know, I paint, and still am doing so.  I decided to try acrylics because I don't like the smell of the oil paint in my house, in which the windows are mostly closed, due to the air conditioning.  I also decided, for the first time, to copy an artist, because apparently this is good practice.  I found a painting of Edward Hopper's that I thought I would try.  It depicts a couple and their dog in their house.  The man sits on the doorstep, the woman is standing nearby, and their dog is playing in the ochre coloured grass.  There is a forest, or a wood, on the left side of the house.  I worked on this for a good few weeks.  Last week when I came to class I took it down from the top of the bookcase and stared at the painting.  The teacher said she really liked what I had done, and it is probably finished.  I looked at it in despair, and took out a pair of sharp scissors and cut it up.  In other words, I had a hissy fit, although I didn't say anything, I just slashed at it.  The teacher quietly asked whaat would make things better for me.  

I looked at her despairingly and said "bring back all the hostages, NOW, stop the fighting, end this futile war, feed everyone in Gaza, stop the insanity on the West Bank, "

Of course this whole incident had nothing to do with my attempt at copying Hopper.  But this is how I feel - DESPAIRING.

And this is what I did afterward.