The pits I keep falling into – Acryl & oil paint on wall, 28 meters long by 4 meters high. August 2017 – during residency at The Old School in Gorna Lipnitsa, Bulgaria.

The colorful black & white landmarks of my life (digest edition). Please watch short video: https://youtu.be/_cJKNGk7vAs
Forces in background:
• Lust – the engine and hobnailed boot that push me forward.
• Wisdomizing – studies and accumulation of knowledge.
• Rodents/raptiles – nibbling and nagging around.
• Chaos – how do i know what’s really going on?
• The wide horizons – awaiting you out there. Somehow too often protected from me.
The grand opening:
Angel Refael (רפאל) – that's me, ha ha, well packed (“protected”) is kicked onto his route. Milk in scarcity supports survival; overcome, come what may.
Spying eyes are situated between present & future (above) and the underground forces (below), always awaiting your fall.
The black hole – youth traumas, mostly forgotten.
NEVER FORGET WE ARE HERE FOR FUN – DO NOT DESPAIR!
The propaganda horns spread stars and promises in abundance. Nice wrappings for aggression and the need to rule. Political aspirations are cleverly disguised with the ever demanding robe of “The homeland” (מולדת وطن), for which we are said to sacrifice everything. General recruiting and mouth shutting.
Studies and diligence make you wanted; aiming at reinforcing the state. So called bonuses oppress creativity and make the rulers ever stronger.
Lion King – at the height of your life. The swan’s song. Approaching final loneliness?
A box again. Tranquility, void, end. LET’S de-PARTY
 

The pits I keep falling into – Acryl & oil paint on wall, 28 meters long by 4 meters high. August 2017 – during residency in Gorna Lipnitsa, Bulgaria.

The colorful black & white landmarks of my life (digest edition). Please watch short video: https://youtu.be/_cJKNGk7vAs
Forces in background:
• Lust – the engine and hobnailed boot that push me forward.
• Wisdomizing – studies and accumulation of knowledge.
• Rodents/raptiles – nibbling and nagging around.
• Chaos – how do i know what’s really going on?
• The wide horizons – awaiting you out there. Somehow too often protected from me.
The grand opening:
Angel Refael (רפאל) – that's me, ha ha, well packed (“protected”) is kicked onto his route. Milk in scarcity supports survival; overcome, come what may.
Spying eyes are situated between present & future (above) and the underground forces (below), always awaiting your fall.
The black hole – youth traumas, mostly forgotten.
NEVER FORGET WE ARE HERE FOR FUN – DO NOT DESPAIR!
The propaganda horns spread stars and promises in abundance. Nice wrappings for aggression and the need to rule. Political aspirations are cleverly disguised with the ever demanding robe of “The homeland” (מולדת وطن), for which we are said to sacrifice everything. General recruiting and mouth shutting.
Studies and diligence make you wanted; aiming at reinforcing the state. So called bonuses oppress creativity and make the rulers ever stronger.
Lion King – at the height of your life. The swan’s song. Approaching final loneliness?
A box again. Tranquility, void, end. LET’S de-PARTY
 

Repeated ritual – Lust – the engine and hobnailed boot that push me forward.

 

Wisdomizing – studies and accumulation of knowledge – general Chaos, just before the opening door to a magnificant world.

 

Fly, angel, fly – ignore minute youth obstacles and swing into the promising planet.

 

Patriotism is the key word – promises of the reigning powers above, hungry demons demanding theirs from below.

 

"Defense army" – A sacred entity, occupied with more and more occupation.

 

And me, the donkey – Opening performance, August 13, 2017 – "The Old School", Gorna Lipnitsa, Bulgaria.

 

Final box underneath black pyramid – patiently waiting at the End Party.
Do remember me as a lucky man – a successful swimmer in wild oceans.