Summer is here again. The days are longer, and sometimes heavier.
The end of the day, a burning matter
A spirit of inspiration
Bob Dylan is whispering in my ears for years. I cannot say I fully understand the meaning of all his verses, but I fully understand the magic in his poetry. Thank you Bob.
Tel Aviv nightscape in times of war
We’re in a Lul, calming ourselves down from yet another round in this endless conflict. Let’s hope it’ll last.
Parable / Wislawa Szymborska.
Some fishermen pulled a bottle from the deep. It held a piece of paper,
with these words: “Somebody save me! I’m here. The ocean cast me on this desert island.
I am standing on the shore waiting for help. Hurry! I’m here!”
“There’s no date. I bet it’s already too late anyway.
It could have been floating for years,” the first fisherman said.
“And he doesn’t say where. It’s not even clear which ocean,” the second fisherman said.
“It’s not too late, or too far. The island Here is everywhere,” the third fisherman said.
They all felt awkward. No one spoke. That’s how it goes with universal truths.
~ Wislawa Szymborska ~
(Poems New and Collected 1957-1997, trans. S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh)
Out of tune
A wish
Proportions
When the train is late
Another month, another year
Tiktalk
TALK!
Why We Are Living in a Post-Truth Era
An article published in Skeptic Magazine, dealing with the characteristics of of our time, the faith of truth, or the end of it.
I chose to illustrate the challenge of truth, along the lines of the claim: ‘one says its day, the other says its night’. I casted the most visibly light-responsive character: the sunflower, seen as it raises its head to follow the moon. In the other illustration, it lowers its head, when the interrogators are trying to extract the truth out of it.
Intimacy, 2018-19
On two occasions, between 2018 and 2019, I had the privilege of working on a series of etching at the The Gottesman Etching Center in Kabri, a kibbutz in the north of Israel.
There, together with a master printer, in two rounds of three days each, I have visited and explored the nature of intimacy – an uncontainable substance, shared between one and his very self, and with ones’ other.
In what I consider to be a daring exploration, I have commissioned myself this series of etching, not knowing the individual theme of each and every one of them, but the common one: intimacy.
The prints are on show until Saturday, 30th November, at the Jaffa Museum.
Tayelet Mifratz Shlomo 10. Jaffa-Tel Aviv.
Intimacy, Izhar Cohen Etching, 2018-19
Intimacy, Izhar Cohen Etching, 2018-19
Intimacy, Izhar Cohen Etching, 2018-19
Intimacy, Izhar Cohen Etching, 2018-19
Intimacy, Izhar Cohen Etching, 2018-19
Intimacy, Izhar Cohen Etching, 2018-19
Intimacy, Izhar Cohen Etching, 2018-19
Intimacy, Izhar Cohen Etching, 2018-19
Intimacy, Izhar Cohen Etching, 2018-19
Intimacy, Izhar Cohen Etching, 2018-19
Intimacy, Izhar Cohen Etching, 2018-19
Intimacy, Izhar Cohen Etching, 2018-19
Elections-The crying game
Elections The crying game
In two days, us, Israelies will cast our vote, in yet again, decisive general elections. the results of which will shape the faith of this country between the great divides: secular and messianic religious, Arabs and Jews, rich and poor, and all other arenas in which the main stage is occupied by fierce inner conflict within the buoyant Israeli society.
To cite a conclusive phrase from a good friend of mine: Let’s hope for the best, yet prepare for the inevitable, hence the tissues.
the War of Attrition ההתשה (‘Hatasha’ in Hebrew)
My Window - Izhar Cohen 