“Israeli artist Ronit Bigal meticulously presents excerpts from sacred Biblical texts on the human body in her Body Scripture IIseries. Like Allan Teger’s Bodyscapes, Bigal gets in close to the contours of the human form, re-imagining the body as an abstract landscape. On the grooved, fleshy expanse, the artist systematically applies black Indian ink calligraphy in Hebrew that reveals passages of scripture.”
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It was late on Friday afternoon. The sun dripped down my window pane and
flickers of light engulfed my eyes as i drove down a straight road with my
hands off the wheel. I passed my old home, overgrown, dilapidated. I pass it
every day, on my way home but it was different today, It was calling me.
All of my memories flooded back to me like a rush of blood to the head, so i
parked myself away from view and walked barefoot through the macadamias,
their thorny leaves scraping my callused heels once soft and untouched by
the evils of clay and blood and stone. It reminded me of a time when I would
sing in the grove and weep with the trees in the evenings so that nobody
would know. I loved and cried on rooftops and i saw violent hailstorms from
my windows. I met you in the wake of Thunder storms. I evolved in the
afterbirth of naivety.
I went inside and i sat for a few hours and like a mother holds her child, she
held me. If i decided to die today my ghost would live within these walls. I
dream of her all the time, and when i am lucid i awaken in her rooms. This
house captured me forever, and i wanted to make it a part of me. She called
out my name in the evening somber sun. She called me home and obediently,
as a child should, when she calls unto me i must embark.
I totally expect to lose followers over the next few days with some of the content I’ve been reblogging. but you know what? I’m in such a ”I really don’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks anymore” mood that if you can’t stomach seeing male and female genitalia, you probs shouldn’t have been following me in the first place.