It is night. I woke up with a twitch.I look down from above and try to sort out my thoughts. Was not I in paradise with a woman? A dream? No this can not be. My heart is bleeding ! I draw, write down everything that swirls in my sick head. Will know what happened. A network of thought appears. Fertile and so distributed, yet all in one: neoanalog, game, noise, bid, readymade, gadget, toys, surreal interfaces, light and sound, .. Electronics of eternal flow, component art, communication, chance, technology in one poetic form, soul, nature, the magic circle: place of transformation, improvisation - identity, fiction, real? Movement, dance, art, painting, whatever So much, everything in one unit
₪ 2010 ₪