Times were not easy. The art man was a busy. His friend broke his hand and the art man was called to take care of his farm. It was a long Week that we didn’t met. When we met, he smiled and said "I'm the king". I did not understand him and what he wants
Then in the evening, in front of the Judean mountain he told me his story
He went hard on the farm of a friend, took his goats to pasture and suddenly saw an olive tree next to a piece of severed branch.
He took the branch, worked on it and finally produced a special kiddush cup from which he poured me a cup of kings.
That was the magic of the art man – the judaica art is not only in his studio – it is in his heart
Good night
Then in the evening, in front of the Judean mountain he told me his story
He went hard on the farm of a friend, took his goats to pasture and suddenly saw an olive tree next to a piece of severed branch.
He took the branch, worked on it and finally produced a special kiddush cup from which he poured me a cup of kings.
That was the magic of the art man – the judaica art is not only in his studio – it is in his heart
Good night
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