the hours are making their way back to Tel-Aviv
first time i shot this butterfly was in Crete. it lived in my living room in my previous home. on the floor. then it landed in the form of a 40by40 cube at somebody’s house in Tel-Aviv. then we EMS’d it to Dit Eiland Gallery for our show in the form of a slide containing 17 layers of emulsion and we hung it in a transparent cabinet with light behind. Today it is taking part of a show in Minshar- school of visual arts in Tel-Aviv. this time, printed on archival ink paper and framed in a black tv box frame with 9 cm depth. yesterday i went to hang it on their wall. it is placed in good company, under Erez Harodi’s photo, to the left of Nir Nader’s photo, and above shoshana ciechanowski work. :) good shabes .
Post Scriptum: to whom it may concern
Strange and mysterious how art imitates life, life is informed by art, how our rêverie about the land after death and before being born, crept into the reality of this world, just as the final images had died away, the mead was drunk, embraces were exchanged. Done. Finished.
A Farewell to the Hollum Tower.
Odd not to have to mind the fabric of images we created within that Hospitable space of Dit Eiland gallery. The work has been done, a world uncovered and now sealed again.
Already visitors and 30 minutes to go until our journey into the Void starts.
Closing time at the Magic Table
Today marks the end of our journey, and the last day our Magic Table will be playing its dream images. Very gradually descending into voidness, we will wind down our projection both here and in the Second Life studio. And then, at 5 PM today, all images will be gone, and our store of memory will be filled with remembrances of an amazing month. At noon, our journey into the void will start, from 5.30 PM you’ll be welcome to drink mead with us, both in Real Life, and in our Second Life studio.
A post that was left behind
Overslept for a brain storm with alex. But dreamt about you, dearest collaborator: Dirk and when i woke up THIS was playing from the second hand record shop, downstairs
Our Tabula Magica. When we started working on the show we simply called it “the projection”. Then we developed thoughts about a number of ways to show what we had in mind: a black cube, much like a prim in Second Life, or a kind of well you could look into. But we ended up with that most enduring and sacred of symbols: a table. Tables we gather around, tables that carry the food we eat, tables that carry the sacrament. Tables are holy objects and we chose to make our magic table show the mind’s vision as it encounters the wrathful and peaceful deities, after dying, in the transition state towards being born again.
It seems weird, but already when we were preparing “the hours are breathing” we were looking ahead to our next “annual big project”. For years we have been fascinated by the “camera obscura” that ur-camera of history. Walking from the youth hostel to the gallery one morning, we fantasized about a camera made from old scanner parts that would take photographs but also have facilities for coffee making (essential) and even cooking. And why not living and sleeping? Why shouldn’t photographers live in their cameras? After all, camera means “room” and the first cameras were the size of a small room, or closet. Another fascination is that with the hermit’s cell, the self-conained retreat. Our tabula magica has taught us a lot, but mainly how easy it is to stream images across great distances. I’ve been looking at the GoPro Hero2 pov camera that has wifi streaming built in as it were. That’s yet another way to gather images with our Camera. So, remember, our future project, you heard it here first.
Nine months of lens being
In march this year, A came to tel-aviv, to work with me. A day before he left, we sat on a swing in Neve Tzedek, the one across from Dellal bakery and we formed the idea of the lens beings. I wanted to make a family of creatures. amoebas from what we call “the underworld”. Going there, into the underworld was now part of the practice, and of A’s teachings. One by one those wandering souls and me formed a relationship. The making of them came intuitively, finding their way. Learning their purpose and needs, they were increasing in number and I took them everywhere. It was a time in my life when I moved house a lot. They had their suitcase too. My friends kept telling me they were my little babies. A and I , we said those would be present next to a death bed, or in a giving birth room. That they are going to be present in that passage. In the limbo. Now, they are in the womb of the Dit Eiland gallery and from far we communicate. They are laying low, observing their visitors. They are in their last stages, before becoming part of the immortals. Totems they will transform into, at the end of the month. The ones who made it to those last stages are: ‘totem camera’, ‘royal’, ‘brain tissues’, ‘snow log’, ‘surgeon’, ‘the aleph’, ‘wandering soul’.
thank you Alex de Jong, for so many things, but mostly for bringing me that snow and for ever acknowledging my igloo.
thank you Timo Mank in whom i have infinite trust to keep those warm and safe.
thank you Els, for putting your hand on my stomach, by our table of tales, and telling me you see a baby of mine on it’s way, with such a warm smile.
thank you Alvit Sharvit, for packing them for me over and over in the most compassionate way.
thank you Micky Matalon for carrying them with me in your car, through all the rooms we needed to land in, and for making sure they are doing good, by coming all the way from Tel-Aviv to Ameland.
thank you Cora. for taking care of them through taking care of me, feeding me, healing me, in a way that was mothering and effortless.
thank you Corry, Dirk, Hendrikus, thank you for sharing your most intimite stories. thank you for your trust.
We’re all “big medicine”
