heārtist like me (I'm the only one I know, yet but, well ...), practice the different schools of magic from time to time, usually the school ofAlchemytakes the major role, but that's only because I create things, not every day I get to useNecromancy.
One sunny day, somewhere in late 2017, while I was playing the foolish role of theNecromancer, exactly while I was invoking the spirit of a deceased person, I met one calledJim Morrison, which conjured in front of my eyes with his current form of a demon, I call him in the alias of "Diabolic Jim" since. I have learned to contain such force within his own alias, Mr. Mojorisin.
In the notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci, it is stated that "Of all human opinions that are to be reputed the most foolish which deals with the belief in Necromancy, the sister of Alchemy, which gives birth to simple and natural things.
The act of performing medieval necromancy usually involved magic circles, conjurations, and sacrifices such as those shown in the Munich Manual of Demonic Magic:
Jim Morrisonwas a beloved rocker and the lead singer of The Doors. He was also sadly a member of the 27th Club. Although the official cause of death was listed as congestive heart failure, many questions still remain about the mysterious circumstances surroundingJim Morrison’s death.
I've decided to show his diabolic side and called him "Diabolic Jim"
The Door's song "Riders on the storm" which inspired by spree killer Billey Cook, to show the differences between right and wrong, good and evil, love and hate, and brains and heART.
Jim Morrison's wild personality in real life, unpredictable and erratic performances, and the dramatic circumstances surrounding his life and early death at 27 years old (one of the 27th club members).
I'm the heARTiest, that's what I do!
So I used a big zipper that enables him to have a glimpse of his human life thru his diabolic immortal shape of Diabolic Jim, the difference between these two worlds like in each and every one of us.
Artwork by Roy Recanati (Israel) Size: 40'' x 62'' Materials: Plaster & Acrylic on Canvas Years: 2017 - 2018 Work capacity (Net hrs): ~ 75hrs est. Genuine artwork of Roy Recanati Own byRecanati heART Gallery Copyrights: Roy Recanati (c) 2019
Artwork by Roy Recanati (Israel) Size: 120cm by 150cm Materials: Acrylic on Canvas Years: 2019 - 2019 heART Schools: Necromancy, Alchemy
It's not a secret that John Lennonwas undoubtedly one of the most influential artists in music history.
I encountered a french guardian angel (ange gardien) who told me that Lennon's legacy will remain forever, and that angel was describing to me Lennon's wondering eyes and hopeful thinking.
So I've dedicated this arena, to emphasize the optimistic worldview and the way he lived, so maybe life is not astrawberry field forever after all...
I wanted to perpetuate the dreamy look as heimagine and pondered.like giving the word Imagine a look, exactly as I've been told, and I lay the guardian angel to make sure perpetuate his creativity. I chose to paint with brush strokes and no accentuations and reliefs, to emphasize the power of simplicity.
This genuine fine art is also used in creating the 10â heARTbit bill
a heārtistcan be very spiritual sometimes, well maybe, all the time, as I am...
It was almost Friday, fall 2019, I was in the middle of a Séance and Jimi Hendrix was above my sofa inside the same frame Jimi Ché is, and he called me, It was about 3 or 4 years I've had him in his previous form then, and he was a loud screamer too. "I WANT DREADLOCKS as you did to bob, and I want to be a guerrilla fighter too, like Ché, oh I love Ché," he said to me and I was like.... woohohhhooooo "... come on.. do that, you must!" he said to me I quickly grabbed him and did exactly what he asked of me until he was happy with the results.
JamesMarshall "Jimi" Hendrixis a part of my own collection of the 27th club members which I've madeto honor the members of the 27th club.
I resurrected Jimi Hendrix into his current form ofJimi Ché, in order to remind the world that "the greatest instrumentalist in the history of rock music" never dies, like his revolutionary impact on music in the 60s of the last decade.
I made him be like a general in Ché's army but with long hair like Marley's dreadlocks which get out of the boundaries of the frame, as he did with the guitar and his contribution to the world with his outstanding ability to play the guitar, sing and touch our souls.
Artwork by Roy Recanati (Israel) Size: 40'' x 52'' Materials: Plaster, wool & Acrylic on Canvas Years: 2015 - 2019 Own By:Recanati heART Gallery Copyrights: Roy Recanati (c) 2019 heART Schools: Necromancy, Transmutation
Illusions come up surprising me, and every time they happened, I find myself gazing upon the eyes of the beholder, my heārt stops beating and my phantom hand is painting, Dōn Quixōte, Isn't just a knight for me, he is me, you, and everybody around us.
Dōn Quixōte is a legend, sure, everybody knows that he was a hero and also a knight.
I find a lot in common with this one crazy knight, who fought against giants and gave all his loot to his beloved Dulcinea del Toboso, the lady of the wind he loved.
why wind? eventually, Don Quixote was fighting against windmills, and this lady Dulcinea didn't know him at all.
so this was all in his head? in his spirit?
maybe Don Quixote is an analogy to us, to love, to this life?
maybe if we just think about it, we will understand that in each and every one of us there is this person who wants to find the unconditional love that he's willing to give his life for.
so, for me, Don Quixote is nothing but the hopelessly romantic guy who wanted to share his love with his lady of the wind, who blows the story (from the leftmost corner of the painting) and blows him as a knight of the wind, which is a phantom knight, and he is riding his horse, a nightmare or a hellhound or a spirit dragon, well choose whatever you want, each pair of eyes will make different animal to this phantom beast.
and he is holding his lance while passing the narrow path of the sea of death, which is no other road than the crossing of the red sea, the meaning of the path we need to walk to free our minds.
his white lance is fighting against the spirit world inside of him, his fears, and he beliefs, and the flames of his black lance of immortality hit the very flash of the windmill giants. these imaginary creatures inside his head, like we all, fighting against the wind, against beliefs, against ourselves.
so who's the fool now?
And the ground's not cold And if the ground's not cold Everything is gonna burn We'll all take turns, I'll get mine too /The Pixis, the monkey goes to heaven
well it's fire everywhere and if we look at each round bubble of a windmill, we can see eyes, all over the place, and every pair of eyes make an illusionary face.
meteors swarm to burn everything, the flames of Don Quixote's lance of passion make it impossible to resist his charm, his love, to his beloved lady of the flame now.
Size: 130'' x 80'' x 2'' Materials: Acrylic on canvas, ropes, water, air, and fire Years: 2019 - 2023 Work capacity (painting): ~554 hrs est. Work capacity (Study): over 1500 hrs Genuine artwork of the heārtist (S'che) school of Air Schoōls: Necromancy, Alchemy, Illusion, Evocation, Invocation, Summon
"Mighty waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away" songs of Solomon 8:7
and there is the water all around, the white foam of the waves who hit the side of the path, but wait... all of these eye-bubbly things are nothing but air bubbles and Dulcinea is drowning, like that noble and that knight that almost everybody knows his name, but nobody knows that story anymore, people do not read, they, like this work of mine, has no earth element anymore, it is all about wind carry the whispers of love, passion make fire, and then reality quenches everything like the water, and I ask when we will eventually be able to feel the ground?
Size: 128cm x 238cm Materials: acrylic, wood, plaster, metal, glass, sand, holy water, faith & wool on Canvas Years: 2022 Work capacity (painting): ~320 hrs est. Work capacity (Study): over 350 hrs Genuine artwork of the heārtist (Recanati) Schoōls: Necromancy, Alchemy, Transmutation, Illusion, Evocation, Summon
Although the word armageddon by itself comes with apocalyptic events at the end of the word which has yet to come, I would like to express it differently, my ārmageddon is with macaron and instead of ending, it means the beginning of an era that we have not yet to know.
I began my journey with Jesus on one gloomy evening at my heārt gallery which is located somewhere on the border between no-where and nowhere, that place I call wonderlānd is the gate from our mortal world into the arid lands of infinity.
The sun had just set down and I remember the twilights that were emerging, I was in the middle of the creation of an artwork I called “The blue tear of America" in which the main motif was the Statue of Liberty that is bleeding blue Crocodile-tears from his left eye and from his right eye dusty tears made out of silver and gold.
I was looking towards hēll from the direction of heāven and suddenly I see that figure of a handsome young man with curly hair and suffering deep eyes, this visage couldn't leave my head for a while, I understand it was Jesus speaking to me, wearing the tiara of the Statue of Liberty and wires covering his forehead, I had to look up as he appeared like eight feet from the ground, and voices come to my head until suddenly I understand it all.
In Hebrew there is a word to that called “מסר” meaning like a message from above, I instantly understood that in order to elevate the messer I must become a channel for that soul through me and my crafting hands, which are my gift from God. That responsibility stroke me all of a sudden that became bigger than my human needs, I immediately started painting “ārmageddon” the following day, and I can still remember myself back then having no clue what I was doing and how deep that rabbit hole goes.
In order to paint ārmageddon, I had to learn a lot and I’ve found myself nights likewise days, reading about world religions, the new testament, and Qu’ran,
This will be the explication of ārmageddon:
Old New York is burning and an old yellow cab is popping out next to prominent corporations that are symbols in our culture and planted in the work.
I should point out that this is not an advertising message of any kind but strictly an expression of my heārt.
Kodak - a huge corporation that once dominated the field of photography, swallowed up like never existed in the shadows of technology, became an almost anonymous printing paper manufacturer, this is how I illustrate the progress and how it can change the face of the world, those who are not altering themselves in the timeline will consequence a different future.
Bank of America - not because of the bank itself but rather what it represents, the money of the world, a statement within an almost broken logo of an iconic monetary corporation to illustrate how money rules the world and old money is soon to become virtual too, all taken place in the center of our known world, Times Square, NY.
And the shiny addition of McDonald's - one of the largest corporations in the world that almost dominates the field of fast food and their flawless maneuverability and openness to progress, again not because of McDonald's themselves but in order to illustrate our lives in the 21st century, humanity in the fast lane.
I’ve planted the messages of the signs on top of burning Times Square buildings, also in the center of the work there is a clock which hanging on the center building pointing at seven o’clock- very important indeed.
My beloved friend, Louis Carroll in his masterpiece “The adventures of Alice in Wonderland” chapter VII, it’s always six o’clock at the Mad Hatter Tea Party, Carroll has frozen time, to the exact timeframe he desired, an allegory for the situation in which the table is always set and you always find the Mad Hatter at the Tea Party with his friends, Like Carroll, I set the o’clock at Seven, to emphasis that humanity already late and past that tea party, when Times Square NY - the center of the world is set on fire, our time is burning while we are always late, hurrying to get inside that old taxi that will take us from nowhere to nowhere else.
The old taxi commemorates the old fashioned labor and gives an eclectic taste to ārmaggeddon, it is a classic battered NY Taxi - one headlight is broken, and the front bumper is made of cast iron, to illustrate how things were once built in order to last forever.
I made Jesūs head tiara as a barbed wire fence with luminous blood on the top of it, I used iron wires, wool, clay, and ropes that I had to light in order to give them that ancient look.
Iron is wrapped as barbed wire and spikes, just like they were in the concentration camps in Auschwitz in World War II, to illustrate the suffering both Jesūs and humanity went through due to their wars based on racial and religious backgrounds.
From above the Golden Bridge, the road to New York from New Jersey, between living the dream and almost, what is a better life? those who live in the fast lane and those who choose to slow down a bit and enjoy their sane calm life.
❗️ In the digital version I added above the bridge, some quoted captions in old English, a part of a journalistic article announcing the black plague. That was added post-Corona virus that struck the world and comes to point out that we are still just human, and major disease epidemics and conspiracies strike the world every few hundred years.
Jesūs is suffering and his eyes are hopeful and deep, they passed through several generations already, in the first generation I photographed the work and created two works from it, one is fun to have digital pop-art, in which Jesūs smokes a cigar in the shape of a dollar bill, and on the side of the picture the inscription written as in the US dollar bills “in GOD we trust”, Jesūs has shiny white teeth which illustrate the fakeness in the paradigm of aesthetics.
Due to my maturity and development during the years and my disillusionment after over 300 hours that I worked on this work, during the time when I studied and read the Islamic secered book, the Qur’an, I chose to add additional depth to this work, as an artist I was very impressed by the beauty and grace that exists in Islam and its customs and the pictorial visual manner of the liturographic inscription and then a few years ago while presenting the The work in the psychedelic museum that I create in nature in a forest, I placed the work in a tree in the middle of a tent complex and next to it a speaker from which for two nights and a day in between the voices of a muezzin emanated, after campers who were there came to me and mentioned that they had out-of-body experiences with the work, I took it and chose to insert elements Muslims for the picture to illustrate the openness of the world that religions are assimilated into each other and my personal belief that God is one and he embraces all his children without distinction with great love and I colored in black and gave an additional Muslim character to my Christian work.
My mother came into my house one day and there was Jesus standing in the center of the living room, she raised an eyebrow and asked how could it be that I'm Jewish and have a picture of Jesus in the living room, so I still didn't have clear answers, but today I understand that this piece actually symbolizes the new era that the world is marching towards and the acceptance of any person.
In Hebrew, there is a sentence that I interpret differently than usual.
He makes peace in his high places, he will make peace for us and for all his people right to God, the addition of my middle dash here to differentiate from the usual is that God embraces everyone who believes in him regardless of religion, color or gender, we are all the sons and daughters of God.
There are no chosen people here, there is no one's religious superiority here, God is love and it is eternal, God loves us all
One day, years ago, I made a wish. A strong visual played in my mind, and for years it accompanied to remind me of my intentions. The years passed, and this visual would visit me occasionally in my waking moments. Upon opening HEĀRTRIUM, this visual came one last time, shocking my senses and arresting the flow of time. Looking into the chaos, or “hēll”, that was the space at its birth, I saw a gentle face looking towards heaven.
The face of Jesus, soothed me not only because of its symbolic significance but also because it was that face, in the midst of chaos, that revealed itself to me years ago. I have come to the knowledge that my awareness has shifted in time to this present moment. This understanding has sparked a new fire within to embody the heārtist: the essence of my incarnation.
I’ve tried to describe an episode of my novel book “the phāntom whispers” which will I hope to finalize this year, when I have to visualize better a situation in my Novell, I am painting that situation and make it more real than I learn about the situation better and it helps me both ways.
I will share a quote from my book, translated by my dearest friend Amre (spicē)
“I find myself walking in the times without time on a path without a path in the wilderness of no-where, in twilight times that repeat themselves endlessly, suns rise and set and do not rise to the mid-sky, only a bloody light casts its shadow on a giant sunbeam, long flickering silhouettes and nothingness, nothing is clear until you really get close to it.
I look for the place where the purple sun rises and walk towards it, the air becomes denser and I am starting to sweat, I don't know if it’s excitement or because the heat is increasing.
I approach a huge and branched tree, its trunk is so thick and its cracked and withered branches seem to be older than anything I've seen in my life and I decide to stop and rest in its shade, I sit down and feel I have no strength to hold my existence anymore, my eyes shut and all I want to do is to fall asleep, something drains all the energy of my life from me, I breathe heavily and can no longer remember anything, I must have fallen into a deep dreamless sleep or lost consciousness, I don't know how long I that way, but when my eyes awaken I was observing the most beautiful scenario I might ruin in words by trying to describe.
* poo poo poo poo poo poo poo * noises of flames turning off and on for a long while from all sides, I don't know where to focus my gaze, my mind is distracted from all sides.
Countless little firebirds surround the old tree, the branches that have kissed the dried land stand firm and are surrounded by blossoming green needles leaves, between them protrude yellow and similar oranges, flat embers, these are the fruits of the fire tree that rose to life with the sunrise of the purple sun, my eyes are dazzled by the ancient tree that breaths along with the lost souls. it seems that they come to collect the boiling lava burning inside from his fruits, he revives every day anew and they dance around him, with every movement of their wings they turn off and turn on again *poo poo* like kisses of fire in the air that rise up and surround the territories.
The sun rises to the heart of the sky and the birds of fire which are the lost souls have eaten the fruits of the ancient tree that has relaxed its muscles and is now withered again, I follow them for a while and arrive at a huge cemetery of the galleys, rowing ships of enormous dimensions, between which flow tributaries that flow into the lake and in which there is one ship I don't know how it stands on its keel.in the bow I'm not sure if I envision or hallucinate a blurry figure in the distance, a one-armed man with something strange instead of a head, holding a bayonet and a sword around attacking the rickety ship, I feel my steps and walk towards Mr. Blurry.
Size: 77" x 171" x 2" Materials: Acrylic, wood, holy water, dead sea salt, magic dust, canvas Years: 2022 - 2023 Work capacity (painting): ~160 hrs est. Work capacity (Study): over 4 years Schoōls: Necromancy, Alchemy, Transmutation, Illusion, Evocation, Summon, Conjuration