
HELL
O
Breathing is the act of life, of being.
Smoking is an act of death, of being.
Both are present and progressive.
This one is for the being.
It’s for the progressive dialog
between the you, me and the we,
the ooofs, woofs and the hopes.
FUNDA
MENTALS
Anything starts somewhere; otherwise
it would not exist. This installation,
you and me, we. We’re all conditioned
the moment it, me, you or we, start.
I was a born male. My phalluses are
pregnant with ideas, thoughts and hopes.
I wanted to be a dad, become a we
to a me. But my dad is dead.
Anything ends somewhere; otherwise
it would not have existed. This installation,
you and me, we. We’re all conditioned
the moment it, me, you or we, end.
EXP
LORES
I believe that life is in the gray.
One’s life borders are set in blacks
and whites but life and the living are
within endless shades of gray.
I was born in a land with endless
blacks and whites. Only after an
ocean apart and a decade of wonders
I’ve learned the love of gray and
fallen in love with its being.
Gray questions one’s life rules,
their black lines and white borders.
Gray is an oxymoron. It is black. It
is white. And anything in between.
Gray is the course of life.
POST
MORTEM
At the end of every end there’s a one,
then two, then some more and then
more than a few. At the end there’s
always a me.
At the beginning of every one there’s
always the quest, the dialog to seek
the he, the she, the we.
Man kind.
At the beginning of every we there’s
always a match, then a scratch, a light,
a bright. Then a fire, a smoke
and finally, a box.
WONDER
LANDS
Breathing is the monotonic, effortless
consumption of air, specifically
oxygen, that fuels the metabolic
system that generates life.
Keeps our being.
Life is the consumption of beings,
of living, of things that we experienced,
digested or washed out, pipped or
pooped, peeped or popped.
The continuous breathing, the burn
of life, is consumed, smoked until it
ceases to exist. Done and gone.
Then tossed like a butt.
REST
ARTS
There is no one Alice, no one prince,
one white rabbit, but there’s certainly
a clock, and it is ticking rabbits.
Ticktock, ticktock.
So at the height of fifty-something
grayish years old, I’ve learned that
it always starts and ends, ends and
starts with breathing and being.
Restart somewhere, breathe it in,
breathe it out, give it life, a being.
We’re here for a moment,
Here it starts. Again.
HI
GH
Breathing is the act of life, of being.
Smoking is an act of death, of being.
Both are present and progressive.
This one is for the being.
It’s for the progressive dialog
between the you, me and the we,
the ooofs, woofs and the hopes.
CRED
ITS
Erez Bahar
Creator
Reuven Givati
Curator
Yaniv Shahar
Retoucher
Bob Urel
Motion Designer
Ido Angel
Programmer
T
HANKS
Eitan Orr
Ketty Bar
Sharon Bar Or
Anat Orr
Ori Senior
Limor Dickovsky
Ronit Marcus
Golan Gafni
LOVE
4 SALE
The artwork is for sale in three
formats & sizes:
INSTALLATION ART
PEACE
100 x 140cm Lmada Print
SIHL Masterclass Paper
320 g/m2 Matt
Mounted on Getter Bond
& 5cm Floating Frame
Series of 5
$888
ART PRINT
PIECE
50 x 70cm Lamda Print
Fine Art Matt Paper
Series of 10
$666
SINGLE ART
PEACH
25 x 20cm Lamda Print
Fine Art Matt Paper
Series of 50
$111
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LAST
WORDS
To my father.
“The spice must flow.”
Frank Herbert
Dune