Life in the desert...

A long time ago I had the great privilege of going to a private art gallery showcasing of work by Gal Weinstein. It was fantastic and has stuck with me for a long time. I finally found some photos of his work.

Let me set the scene:

I was 18 years old and living in Ramat-Aviv, Israel. I was homesick in a way that I can't describe. Some days I felt like I was crazy; what in the world was I doing in Israel?!

When I was invited to the gallery I was really kind of flippant about it. It was just another outing with all of the family. When I saw the main ballroom I nearly lost it!


The whole floor looked like the dessert.



It was entirely cracked and fragile dirt. Bowed pieces with rounded edges. I waited until everyone left the room before I swooped down and touched the smallest of corners.


It crumbled.


I felt like I was home. In my parents back yard on the mountain.



* Just a little piece of information: the picture in the back ground is 3D and entirely made up of white canvas and black steel wool fuzz. Lovely.