Maiyan Karidi, at The Blogs

Oct 14, 2023, 3:19 PM

The morning of Shabbat October 7th, will forever be a deep scar, carved into our collective consciousness. There are no words that come even close to describing the emotional turmoil and absolutely gut-wrenching events that keep so violently unfolding...

Sep 18, 2023, 10:38 PM

Time entangled – a meeting with Dementia

I recently returned back home to Israel after many years of living and working abroad. I cannot describe the feeling of relief, fear, excitement, apprehension and love, all rolled into one. After losing our studio to Covid 19, my...

Jan 26, 2020, 10:40 AM

Song for artists

Inspiration arrives like a cool breeze on a hot day or an orange flame on a chilly night a whim a glance an insight a wave on calm waters a storm at sea a vision in the night a passion impulsive spontaneous without warning a butterfly landing on our hand spreading its...

Nov 4, 2019, 3:49 PM

The value of art, love and vision

The age old question of ‘what is art’ is something that seems obscure and very unclear. It is debatable. There are hundreds of different definitions. Many words come to mind – expression, skill, visionary, technical, abstract, story telling, imagination,...

Oct 3, 2019, 10:29 PM

Caterpillar moon

One lonesome night in Africa Three miles from gloom lagoon I chanced upon a caterpillar Smiling in the moon I gazed at him inquiringly As time waved from a star Then asked him for directions To a place north of afar Somewhere I’d feel free again Free to...

Aug 22, 2019, 6:16 PM

The Last Tree

This poem was written in 2008. Today it is dedicated to the Tribal People of the Amazon. I dreamed about a pirate ship sailing the turquoise sea the pirates wild and crazy women one of them was me I looked up at the mast, so...

Aug 22, 2019, 4:54 PM

Tikkun Olam

Today, my heart is aching. So should everyone’s on this beautiful planet. What is happening? Why are we so powerless. The Amazon forest, the lungs of the earth, has been burning for 15 days. The tribal people’s, keepers of the...

Jul 14, 2019, 1:50 PM

Rude awakening

Somewhere in rural Southern Africa is a picturesque, little town which lies sleepily hidden in an emerald valley surrounded by majestic, purple mountains with waterfalls cascading down steep, rocky cliffs. Clustered with pretty, white houses and neat gardens it...

Jun 10, 2019, 7:50 AM

The Sukkah, the Temple and the Xmas tree

We are living in a small Hindu village on the lesser known tropical island of Mauritius. Every morning, we awake to the familiar sound of the Muslim call to prayer from the adjacent village. At night, we fall asleep to...

Jun 5, 2019, 3:20 PM

Cross cultural harmony in Fiji – The Invisibles

Tavakubu village has an invisible ‘m’ and is pronounced Tavakumbu in the Fijian language. Quite the opposite of the silent ‘k’ in English which is there but we do not pronounce it. After being invited to join a traditional Kava...

About Me

An artist and writer. Studied art at Ruth Prowse Art School in Cape Town and Anthropology, Linguistics and Hebrew at the University of South Africa. Made Aliya and lived in Israel for 11 years. Trained in mosaic restoration. Lived off-grid in rural South Africa with young kids for 9 years before working on arts and cultural projects in Mauritius, Israel and Fiji. Published numerous short stories about our surreal adventures. Returned to Israel in 2022 and incredibly happy to be home. My mission is to combine my paintings and writing into a collective work which tells the unusual stories and extraordinary situations we survived while maintaining our Jewish identity.

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