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Leonard Cohen, june 2008
I’m bidding farewell to a meaningful friend. Unknowingly, he gave me so much for so long and asked for nothing in return. His poetry keeps on casting meaning into hours, days, months and years of my waking and less so times.
He touched me with his poetic feather and nailed me to the cross of humanity with his nails and hammer. All this, done from within a cloud of melancholy and love.
At an early stage I have realised that our intimacy was shared by millions around the world.
I find comfort and hope in the knowledge of that.
Back in June 2008, I illustrated Yair Lapid’s weekly column with these two drawings. I’m signing it again, with hope and love.
The touch of the high priest june 2008
US elections 2016, ‘7 days’ Ydioth Achronot, Shlomo Artzi’s column
The world was on the verge of releasing a sigh of relief. I was left with the strong sense of the damage caused the American nation following the campaign, so I focused on that in my illustration for Artzi’s column.
At the time I was drawing, this was the only thing that carried the quality of certainty; America will carry the scars of these elections for many years, no matter who’d be the winner .
This morning however, another truth was reveled, the United States will now be governed by a different breed of custodian.
This one is an illustration I was invited to create for LUPA‘s 10th anniversary. LUPA is the largest digital online photo book retailer in Israel today.
A cover for G magazine. The miracle of an overnight deadline…no time to procrastinate, no other choice but to perform and deliver the goods on time.
The muses harnessed to the mind, extracting ideas. The hand is hovering above the paper and the pencil is leaving its trail of a sketchy journey behind. Once an accommodation is obtained, between me and myself, and further more with the editors, my fantasy is committed by a now more restrained and disciplined hand, to an inky determined line. Then comes the colours, some wondering, hesitations. The file is saved, then saved again-sent. And I. I’m just like a chicken that had just laid its daily egg. Kikirrriky!
The dark side of crowd funding
The dark side of crowd funding-Line
The exhibition’s Catalog’s cover Inside Izhar Cohen’s head
My Tel Aviv exhibition – Inside Izhar Cohen’s head
A few months a go, While visiting my friends and family in Tel Aviv, I embarked on a journey that reached its peak on May 31st. It took me a while to compose myself and bring myself to write about it, as the opening involved a great amount of emotions.
Together with Monica Lavie, the chief curator of the Gutman Museum of Art in Tel Aviv, I went through a process of dissection of my operating system as an artist. Together with Monica I had visited my inner most regions of my consciousness and beyond. I would liken this journey to Dante’s Devine comedy, only in this case, the joke was on me. With all modesty, and with no intention to attribute the humanistic quality of Virgil and Dante, Monica accompanied me on that journey to hell and back. I am now writing this post from artist’s paradise.
The process begun with an undefined amount of images that were damped on Monica’s desk and we were both overwhelmed. After a while, a first criteria was laid out for the exhibition: As the museum is named after the great Israeli Artist and author, Nahum Gutman, we’ve decided that the works which will be exhibited will be chosen from the images which were commissioned for Israeli clients. This decision eliminated a considerable bulk of works, and turned the task into a more reasonable affair. Having said that, I have ben active in the Israeli press all through the past 32 years, therefore, we had to restrict the boundaries of the exhibition further more. eventually, out of hundreds of images, around 60, met the nail that hang the frame that hosts the image. There were heavy ‘casualties’ which were left out of the selection, yet, the end result is most satisfying. At least it is for me.
The exhibition was exquisitely designed and mounted by Tucan Design Studio
For those of you who will not get a chance of visiting the exhibition in Tel Aviv in the coming six moths, here is a taster of what it is like.