Text inspired by the autodidact artist – Nira Fuchs
Ein Iron – Cooperative settlement.
By Dorit Kedar
Passing by The Night Forest Woman Tree,
Seeing her elongated coffin features within the trunk,
Her mouth wide open.
The eyes- drowned out,
A sudden terrifying/terrified shout,
Destabilizes a swan/duck/woman’s pale portrait,
Agitates an unsettled white giant leaf-bird.
Murky Earth had replaced Heaven,
The isolated balloon-like area of feverish yellow claims its
Imagination challenges the Laws of Time and Space:
It denies the uniqueness, separateness and mortality of anyone and anything,
Myth, apparent reality, remembrance, dream-time, fantasy, faith, traumas, nostalgia, hope, desire, disillusions are mixed into the Cup of poison and elixir.
The Night Forest may become a refuge for female nude dormant sexual inhibitions,
Roused by a cornered potent grey rocket and fully rounded reddish fruits of The Tree.
The forward leaning body of the youth illuminates the greenish ambient,
Reverberating a pictorial motif of both physical and transcendent Ecstasy.
The real and the wanted, the dead and the living, the young and the aged mingle,
At last unchained by courtesy of Imagination.
But menace crawls into the field of Liveliness, as white masks amid flamboyant foliage.
Terror rushes into the gate of Splendor
And remixes the ancient potion.
Imagination remains unvanquished,
Allowing the soul, and if only for an evasive bizarre instant
To intuit the Enigma of Creation.