/
1
·
Inspiration for these works goes back
to a blistering summer day,
in a town as old
as its forested hills.
To one moment of bliss,
of timelessness.
Perhaps it was too much sun.
Or light inebriation.
I remember a breeze, shadows - it was really hot.
Alleys, blinding white walls, summer sky.
And a strange humming sound.
In an ancient place.
I wanted to hold on to it,
feel it again.
So I talked about it, wrote about it, made poems.
But it was gone.
Just like a dream you can’t quite remember.
Until I started painting.
And suddenly it was there again.
The things I saw.
Images swirling in my head
became paintings about thoughts,
about the part of the brain that we don’t grasp,
that void between lucidity and sleep,
where we go to recall our dreams,
where we may experience spirituality,
where you translate your senses
into feelings and memories.
All those things we can’t see.
Variaties of psychedelic experience,
hallucinatory landscapes
to some.
An amalgamation of spiritual lyricism,
morphed into imagery
to others.
It’s up to the viewer.
I tried to create doorways to the mind.
Never mind the iconography.
Safed (still from video, 8mm)