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Eiffel Tower and the Seine, Paris
Paris does abide. The last time I was in France was for my sister in law’s wedding, in Grenoble in 2019 I think. Before then, it was for a few days with my wife and my other sister in law, … Continue reading
Colorful Castle
I did a second one of these, more colorful. Which do you prefer? https://www.artpal.com/joeldhirst?i=319328-51
Don Quixote
In Yerevan, Armenia, in an antique shop full of musty tomes and dusty artifacts I found an old Soviet Don Quixote iron statuette. The Soviets loved Quixote. His fight against the oligarchs; his utopian sense of the possible; his tireless … Continue reading
Mi novela sobre Malí, Tombuctú y los tuaregs
El jihadismo en África Occidental no es nuevo. Es un fenómeno que viene en oleadas, cada siglo o dos, desde el siglo XIV o incluso antes. Lo que antes era una conquista, ahora es una mezcla tóxica de rabia y … Continue reading
The Chaos and the Color
I went to New Orleans the other day. It was a goodbye of sorts, after a period of long work. I went with my wife, who had never been. I wanted to show her the city, the chaos and the … Continue reading
Alone
I thought here of an old friend, retired now after a lot of loss and a life that was full of meaning but also troubled in a lot of ways. His love of nature, his desire to be alone, the … Continue reading
Piazza San Marco
In Venice — https://www.artpal.com/joeldhirst/?i=319328-7
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Tuareg Woman
The Tuareg are deep desert Berbers, who live in the Sahara. They have been there since pre-history, probably from days when the Sahara was green and lush. They believe that they are the original Egyptians who built the pyramids, pushed … Continue reading
My Last Night in Yerevan
The quiet hum of Ashtarak highway reverberates in the background; the wind rustles the trees, new leaves – excited to show them off after a long cold winter. The city, away down into the valley buzzes with life: restaurants and … Continue reading
Armenia Saved My Life
“That is why I love America,” he said to me this morning, eyes watering. “A land where immigrants are welcomed and can free themselves of the shackles of the past – of the old country which we love so much, … Continue reading
