ByGiora Carmi
Somehow I lost the drive to read art. I mean to read my art. I still read others’. I feel resistance to reading mine. Maybe the reason is that I think: Well, what is the point? It does not mean much, since I am not attached to it. There is no reason why I’ll let…
ByGiora Carmi
The man is a chair He is bent as if he is sitting And as if he is playing the mandolin Or is he a sound? The fire starts cold And then Maybe he is dancing His head is only lightly attached And without his head He is turning into light Who is this man?…
ByGiora Carmi
I feel as if there is a cloud in my head. I don’t feel like doing anything. I am not pulled by anything. I feel tired. My eyes almost close. What to do? I can sleep. But I choose to make a drawing. There are five systems in the drawing: the brown, the ochre, the…
ByMichelle Adam
Imagine yourself stuck, with little capacity to move, with nowhere to go, nothing to accomplish. Just you. Alone. Would you be able to be still? Would you be still enough inside to feel your spiritual hunger? Almost twenty years ago, while living in my parents’ home in New Jersey, that was my story. But being…
ByGiora Carmi
The door swings open The man is trying to stand But it is all going to fall on him now Will something good happen in the end? He had built a structure And it is like a cartoon now The man is lying on his stomach The telescope collapses on him Many people collapse on…
ByMichelle Adam
Have you ever written a letter to your father, or someone, with no intention of sharing it? I did, many moons ago, on Father’s Day, as I lived in my parent’s house in New Jersey, healing from physical and emotional pain. “It’s strange celebrating Father’s Day with this silence between us,” I wrote. “Your silence, your temper,…
ByGiora Carmi
Creating Mountains and rivers and sky Means Daring to be me. I am nothing but a sage sitting And these days Here I am learning to take space with colors To draw lines and fill them up With tints of ancient roads Eternal Every day. Every little bit of self knowing leads to a…
ByMichelle Adam
“There are so many times you have been with me, and yet I have not seen you. I feel touched, moved, overwhelmed inside this little heart of mine by the guide you have been so long—an angel so present on this earth, so alive within me, so much a part of me,” I wrote from…
ByGiora Carmi
The soft lines of ploughed earth End at the foot of the hills Where the flow of green Also stops Red in the sky warns you That it can turn black And even here At the beginning of your trip Where you can touch the earth With bare feet There is a branch across…
ByJulia Chi
Gatwick airport is our home for the morning… We came here early and I have four hours in one of my favourite venues… An airport! I have always loved this inbetween world that I experience here and on a plane… As I journey onwards and inwards, I recognise that this reflects for me finding the fulcrum in…
ByMichelle Adam
I was angry at my father inside my dream of almost 20 years ago. In that nighttime journey, I had discovered sculptures of Italy’s Renaissance artist Michelangelo below a pile of ice in a freezer. I was angry at my father for directing conversations toward rational conclusions that had nothing to do with the emotions…
ByGiora Carmi
The way the roots develop Is by inclusion of the earth That is around them The earth drinks the thoughts of the sky And if you look at How the earth is speaking body language You’ll see That the intensity of your pain Is gone Your fields are organized and loved Your heart is green….