ByGiora Carmi
For some time, faces wanted to come into my abstract drawings. It took me some time to let them in. They were persistent. Late at night, which is already the next day’s morning, on 4/2/14 I came to my table to write: I see now and admire the child, the little child, furious and angry,…
ByGiora Carmi
In the middle is a package With a secret Of unknown consequences All other things in this picture could be microbes With a very elaborate social order And rules of conduct But in spite of that They cannot contain their joy For just being able to move their fingers And toes And they keep doing…
ByGiora Carmi
3:30 am. If it hurts too much, I’ve learned to not let it go on. I get up and become more vertical to the earth for some time, I put an ointment on the skin and wait for the pain to subside. I am very awake and it feels good. What would you expect your…
ByGiora Carmi
I discovered a pattern in a series of drawings that I made lately. These drawings were made during a period of three days. They are not all the drawings that I made. They are just a sampling. The pattern is of a layered history. I had this pattern in many other drawings that I did…
ByGiora Carmi
Here is another example of reading art. When you look at the drawing at first it seems as if it will be hard to tell something clear about it. But as I started describing what I see, the vision became clear. This is the fun in this game. The truth is always hiding in plain…
ByGiora Carmi
Obviously there is in this drawing something that grows. And also there is a relationship. The relationship is between two groups. The green and brown is one group and the yellow and ochre is the second group. The yellow and the ochre are free from attachment to the ground. They are transparent and interpenetrating with…
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…
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…
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…
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…