This past Friday we embarked on a trip which differed from our usual historic site seeing. We toured the city of Tel Aviv, looking at all of the graffiti scattered around town. There are plenty of well known graffiti artists, which have slowly formed a sort of society with certain understandings within it. One very popular artist is Kislev. He has a unique style including often renting a crane in order to place his art up higher. It's part of his mark and his designs can be recognized often due to their location. Another artist that we focused on is Dede, who regularly includes a band-aid in his art. When left to the viewer to interpret, as graffiti should be, it left me thinking that he's attempting to cover up a wound. Not in order to heal it, but so that it won't be seen.
During the entire trip, we walked a lot (and I mean a lot), saw amazing works of art, ate some incredibly good burekas, and got the chance to experience a Friday morning in real, human, Israel life. Normally, we're "that" group of tourists with our matching hats, insane volume, and desire to learn. However, this time around, I'd like to think that we blended in pretty well and truly did get taste of a normal Israeli day, in normal Israeli neighborhood, with normal Israeli people (exciting, I know). I think that now i can safely say that I agree with and understand the statement, "Jerusalem, if I ever forget you, it'll be because of Tel Aviv" which is seen all over the city.
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