My personal abyss

Between drawing for clients, changing diapers and painting my own art, I do at times find myself with time for, G’d forbid, thinking. As I’m not an academic, most of the time it’s more of a lengthy process, happening in bits and pieces, while waiting for trains and while waiting for a work to dry, while waiting for some kid to fall asleep and while waiting for the cashier at the supermarket to get her act together. Some thoughts are there for years before I realize they may be something I might want to write down. Often, when I do, though, my obviously revolutionary and brilliant ideas turn out to be little more than what my daughter could have come up with in Kindergarten.

Luckily, not everything that smells funny is rubbish. And some of what I think manages to annoy enough people for me to take myself serious. Below are a few texts for you to get annoyed by.

Antisemitism and how even straight forward racism is sometimes beautifully innocent.

Sartre and the Israeli Occupation and how my favorite French philosopher made a mistake we may be making ourselves, these days.

Abstract Prayer is the artist statement of my 2020 exhibition in Berlin, dealing with secular Jewish prayer, and how alienation helps me access the holy texts

Anarchism and the Desert and how seemingly connected struggles sometimes actually oppose each other.

Covid is just a short impression, written on a fever ridden day

זהות הוא טקסט שכתבתי עוד בבואנוס איירס, כשממרחק של אלפי קילומטרים ו5 שנים הבנתי איך בירושלים נלקח ממני חלק משמעותי מהזהות היהודית שלי, חלק שאני מוצא שוב במקום בו המקור לה: אירופה.