Moon viewing 2015 – Kuroda Momoko
At this temple by the edge of the lake I wait for the moon みづうみのほとりの寺に月を待つ Kuroda Momoko Moon viewing 2015 – 月見
Moon viewing 2015 – 月見
It is a Japanese tradition to sit on a balcony and observe the moon reflected in a pool. I have the privilege to be a guest at an event at Jikkoin Temple 実光院 at Ohara, Kyoto this coming October 2015. All performances will be dedicated to one motif – The Moon. I have been sitting in my studio’s balcony […]
Arriving at Ithaca
כִּי תֵּצֵא בַּדֶּרֶךְ אֶל אִיתָקָה שְׁאַל כִּי תֶּאֱרַךְ דַּרְכְּךָ מְאֹד מְלֵאָה בְּהַרְפַּתְקָאוֹת, מְלֵאָה בְּדַעַת When you set out for Ithaka ask that your way be long, Σα βγεις στον πηγαιμό για την Ιθάκη, να εύχεσαι νάναι μακρύς ο δρόμος, γεμάτος περιπέτειες, γεμάτος γνώσεις. The first lines from Ithaka by Constantine P. Cavafy, in […]
Be my guest: Naomi Zur sends presents to Penelope and Odysseus
BE MY GUEST is a venue for others to share their art. Linear time and locality are not relevant. Naomi Zur is a colleague artists of mine. She encourages me along my path as I work on my Blog as artwork, and on my dream to revive Anciant Alexandria Library. She is also very playful and […]
Be my guest: Hiroshi Sugimoto, Predag Matvejevic, Janine Antoni
“We need a port of departure: A shore or view, an event or a story. The place we are leaving is less important than the one we will arrive at.“ Breviare Mediterraneen, Predag Matvejevic Hiroshi Sugimoto/ Time Exposed: A presentation of some of Sugimoto’s photographs from the portfolio “Time Exposed.” The portfolio consists of 50 […]
Sailing to Lisbon with Pesoa and Saramago
I was twelve on our second voyage through the same Mediterranean ports on the Greek Queen Anna Maria. I went into a familiar cabin. It was soothing to follow the blue of sky and blue sea cut the circle of the window into two halves. They danced as I laid on my bed close to the ceiling. Once every two or […]
Avraham Ofek: “Artist are the off-springs of fisherman…”
The pursuit of sailing activates longing and yearning. It is linked in my mind to some kind of OVER THERE in the horizon; The hope that there will be some answer, the wish to fill a desire or thirst. The experience of longing is attached to my childhood memory of the slow process of approaching to a port. […]
The secrets of Kyoto 3/7 – Nest
Kyoto nests in a grid of streets encompassed by green mountain slopes. In spite of the ancient grid , I got lost every day. It was hard to know if I am heading south or east – the horizon felt the same as at the middle of the sea; 360* of a round horizon of mountains […]
The Phoenicians
Since childhood, the Phoenicians filled my imagination. I admired their courage rowing in tilting wooden boats in starry nights- miraculously finding their way. They could read the stars as I did the alphabet. Later, I learned that the Hebrew sacred 22 letters- actually derive from Phoenician. When I was four years old, my father sat […]