Berlin, 2012

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Gary Goldstein says:

May 9, 2018 at 8:12 am

The photos selected for this site reveal a woman on a mission. They document the remains of fascism that continue to dominate the landscape. Yet, the overwhelming feeling that they transmit is one of loneliness. The occasional person who appears, only heightens that feeling. Most of the photographs taken during Dana Arielli’s photo expeditions are actually of nowhere places where nothing of great importance occurs, only daily life. The fascist remnants act as stage sets reminding us of overwhelming historical forces. Yet, the image of this small room, dominated by this bed with its disorder of sleep imprinted on its sheets captures the sense of the solitude of human life lived within the boundaries of her body, of her experience.

Gary Goldstein is an Israeli visual artist, creating a multitude of drawings, Artist Books and objects. He has shown his art works widely in Israel, in the USA and in Europe.

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Gary Goldstein says:

August 11, 2019 at 5:43 am

My parents slept alone. In different rooms. In different beds. Before that, in the same room. In the same bed. They took turns screaming in their sleep. Their dreams. Their memories screaming. Howling inside them. They paced. They stalked the night. Separately. Separated. Silently. Trying to tell themselves that was then. This is now. Each held memories. Their memories, their learned experiences, coexisted. Contrasted. Conflicted. Yet, they were their memories. They were them. There were children in the house. Living and dead. The dead more real. More alive. To them. To their children. All stalked the house. During the day. The night. It is okay. It will be okay. We were proof that there was tenderness. Maybe love. Maybe desire. That came from earlier times. Their younger selves. When their bodies were fuller. More appealing. No longer emaciated. Cleaned of the stench. Of their filth. Each body remained burdened with memories. Horrid. Horrible. Endless memories. Each memory petrified. Proliferated. Expanding into them. To all things that grew inside them. To all things that grew from them. All those things grew apart. Apart from themselves. Apart from each other. We walk the nights. The days. We say then is then. Now is now. It is all right.

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