ĀPC- This work belongs to the heĀrtist's Private Collection which he shares with the public at the NEM in full size.
original heārtwork is not for sale.
Woke up to a dimmed morning, the sun had not yet risen and the first rains of this upcoming winter were falling intermittently.
I'm reading a chapter in the book disquiet and the shadows of the letters becomes as heavy as the thick book in my hands, my eyes want to sleep and I fall into an enchanted deep sleep.
I am reawakening in this never-ending dirt road of the dead seas among the unwritten words in the foreign deserts that are so familiar to me between some-where and no-where I envision the ever-growing wax mountains that constantly growing, hidden in the middle of a narrow path, is the lighthouse of lost desires which covers with bricks layers of buried dreams dust.
I go up the spiral staircase up to the roof of the lighthouse and wonder to myself, why is there a lighthouse placed here when there is no sea here at all?
In the middle of the room surrounded by tall windows is a crystal ball and inside it, a storm is blowing, I approach, put my hands, and feel the currents take over my body,
I see a world where nothing existed and there was a sea that disappeared before my eyes eons pass in an instant and I watch what is happening in flashes of fractions of a second.
In a distorted and unquantifiable way, I think I might be able to guess what happened in those frictions of fragments of time.
This genuine heārtwork of the time traveler is a reflection of an old and wise man and is one of my favorites, as it is not understandable at first glance some may say this is an owl or a monkey but only when you learn to look at the work and your eyes adapt psychedelia, then the time-trāveller than he begins to speak to the viewer, about his unique abilities to control time, he plays with the past and about to reach the incomplete future with his cosmic caped human figure.
Size: 55'' x 47'' Materials: acrylic on canvas & māgic, lots of māgic Years: 2021-2022 Work capacity (painting): 85 hrs est. Inspiration: absolutely nothing I was aware of, it just happened
Location: HEĀRT COLLECTION @ NEW EĀRTH MUSEUM, REDHOOK, NY (SInce 2023) Publications: America (Miami - Art Basel 2022, Israel 2021-2022)
on that one fateful day, I stood before the gray canvas, fresh from my blue period, lost in a sea of emotions and unsure of what to do next. it was the helping hand of my trusty old friend "don pānello" that pulls me out of that void.
I surrendered to the night's darkness, becoming nothing but a pale light, the line yet to be drawn. the flame of turquoise and greens ignited within me, banishing the blues forever and transforming me into a feather falling from the diving sun, soaring toward the unknown.
I then became Sc'he, a romantic heteronymous inside of me with a burning heart, who had suffered greatly but still found a way to create beauty. it was within the fiery embrace of the eternal flame heārtwork that I discovered a new chapter in my artistic journey.
this mesmerizing creation, a fusion of the phoenix and the peacock, took over 180 hours of unwavering devotion to bring to life. I became a vessel for the burning passion within, transcending my own limitations as an artist.
as I gazed upon the radiant hues of the eternal flame, I was transported to a place where I was whole, a perfect union of the masculine and the feminine. I was reborn, a new being, forged from the crucible of love and loss. The eternal flame heārtwork is not just a mere artwork, but a 0testament to my journey, a symbol of growth, renewal, and the boundless power of the human spirit. It represents the triumph of the heart over adversity and stands as a testament to the power of art to heal and transform..
I treasure this māsterpiece close to my heārt, it means a lot to my development as an artist and a heārtist.
size: 40'' x 76'' materials: Acrylic on canvas + pure fire essence years: 2020-2021 work capacity (painting):183 hrs est. Inspiration: Vincent Van Gogh drawing (b&w)
Location: NEW EĀRTH MUSEUM, REDHOOK, NY (SInce 2023) Publications: America - Miami - Art Basel 2022, NEM 2023, TLV 2020-2022
in memorial of James Marshall "Jimi" Hendrix November 27, 1942 – September 18, 1970
a fusion of Jimi Hendrix with Ché Guevara & Bob Marley (27th Club)
It was almost Friday, the fall of 2019, I was in the middle of a Séance and Jimi Hendrix was above my sofa inside the same frame that Jimi Ché is nowadays, he whispers to me, about 3 or 4 years I've made him in his previous form. "I WANT DREADLOCKS like Bob's, and I was a guerrilla fighter too, like Ché but with my art, 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 Chē 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 60's 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.
Size: 40'' x 55'' materials: Plaster, wool & Acrylic on Canvas Years: 2015 - 2019 weight: 8 lbs work capacity (painting): 45 hrs est. inspiration: Jimi Hendrix, Chè Guevara, Bob Marley lifē symbol: <1♠ / A♠> Ā♠ (Solid Black) <â - lifē.com) location: NEW EĀRTH MUSEUM, REDHOOK, NY (SInce 2023) Publications: America - Miami - Art Basel 2022, NEM 2023, TLV 2015-2022 heteronymous: the heārtist [Recanati] ārcanes: necromāncy, transmutātion, illusiōn, 27th club member
"Phantōm whispers" / Don Quixoe adventures in the spiritual world
"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, he is you, and everybody else."
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, he cannot win this battle of air.
"so this was all in his head?" "was he fighting his own internal spirit?"
I might think loudly that maybe Don Quixote is an analogy to us, to love, to this life that we are living, 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 the lost lady of the wind, who blows the story, creating him with a blow as "the knight of the wind", which is a phantom knight, together with his horse Rocinate which is now nothing but a nightmare or a hellhound or even a spirit dragon... this phantom beast is an endless combination of pair of eyes, each pair will give different creation to this phantom beast.
Quixote is passing through the narrow path of the red sea of death, which there is no other road to cross, this obstacle must be overcome in order to pass the path he needs to walk to free his mind.
his white lance is fighting against the spirit world that is deep inside of him, he faces boldly his fears and beliefs and fighting with the flames of his black lance of immortality, he manages to hit the flash of the windmill giants. these imaginary creatures inside of his head, like us all, fighting against the wind, against beliefs, and even against ourselves.
it's fire everywhere and if we look at each rounded bubble that represents a windmill, we can see eyes, all over this tremendous masterpiece, and every pair of eyes will create an illusionary face inside the mind of the viewer.
meteors swarm now burn everything with the flames of Don Quixote's lance of passion, it is impossible to resist his charm, his love, to his beloved lady of the flames.
this heārtwork is also divided into four segments that represent the four elements of nature: wind, fire, water, and earth.
The idea for the heārtwork came from a vision in the heārtist's imagination where he saw Don Quixote of La Mancha, the known knight who is fighting windmills, riding his horse, and rescuing himself from slavery passing through the red sea.
The heārtwork represents Don Quixote as a "knight of the wind" more like a phantom, who is fighting his inner struggles and fears.
"Mighty waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away" songs of Solomon 8:7
Element of Wind In the wind segment, Don Quixote is riding his phantom steed, Rocinate, who is depicted as a creature from the depths with many faces and eyes, Quixote the phantom is holding his lance of light and fire and is about to fight the fearsome giants, which are actually an allegory for his inner struggles.
Element of Fire The fire segment of the heārtwork represents Don Quixote's heroic fight for love, The giants and windmills are covered in flames, and there are meteors all over and fire all around. The burning windmills are also depicted in this segment. every windmill is represented as an eye, a deep world of the elements and emotions that are inside of him.
Element of Water The water segment represents Don Quixote's personal exodus from slavery, his own crossing of the red sea which represents the strings in his mind. on the other hand, Dulcinea, Don Quixote's lover, is depicted as drowning and gasping for air, symbolizing her freedom from the phantom knight.
Element of Earth Finally, there is no earth representation in the heārtwork because there is no stability in the story.
Overall, "phāntom whispers" is a stunning heārtwork representing the heārtist & Don Quixote's inner struggles and fight for love, freedom, and personal exodus.
In this creation, the heārtist has developed his heteronymous and this is one of his most important heārtworks that is still in progress.
Size: 130'' x 80'' x 2'' Materials: Acrylic on canvas, ropes, lost love, water, air, and fire - NO Earth Years: 2017 - 2023 Work capacity (actual painting): 564 hrs est. Knowledge Base: over 1600 hrs Inspiration: Don Quixote crossing the Red Sea.
Location: NEW EĀRTH MUSEUM, REDHOOK, NY (SInce 2023) Publications: America - Miami - Art Basel 2022, NEM 2023, Israel 2017-2022
heteronymous: the heārtist [Recanati], the birth of [S'cē].
this noble knight that almost everybody knows his name, but nobody knows his story anymore, unfortunately, people do not read anymore, they are like this heārtwork have no earth element inside of them anymore, it is all about the wind that carrys the whispers of love, the passion who makes the fire, and then reality quenches everything like the waters.
I keep asking myself when we will eventually be able to feel the ground?
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.
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 created the "tree of lifē" in order to clarify to myself a situation taking part inside my novel “phāntom whispers” which from time to time in I must have a better visual description that will affect my imagination in order to be described better inside my book.
therefore I’ve started a journey to paint all the magical episodes in my book, the tree of lifē is the first canvas I dared to face, and it helped me tremendously in my artistic journey from no-where to nowhere.
I will share a quote from my book,
“I find myself walking in the times without a time on a path without a path in the wilderness of no-where between repetitive twilights that synchronized with the broken sun that keeps arising and setting constantly, a seemingly singular bloody ray of light casts a faint shadow on the arid desert land in the middle of no-where.
long flickering silhouettes are covering the horizon and the skies appear to be stuck in a disturbing loop of repetitive sunrises and sunsets. I’ve never been so intently aware of such a dilemma between the majority and minority of imperial light sources before, it seems like nothing is clear until you approach so closely that it feels as if I am submerged inside and suddenly every detail is vibrantly illuminated, like I was seeing color for the very first time. I must admit I was slightly frightened / deeply horrified. I searched for the source where the purple sun rises and walked towards it hastily, suddenly the air became dense and drops of glimmering sweat began dripping down my skin, I don't know if it was excitement or because the heat was increasing. I approached a huge branched tree, its enormous trunk scarred with cracks so deep that I couldn't fight the urge to gaze into them, its withered branches seemed to be older than anything I've ever witnessed in my life, its wisdom whispered through the falling leaves that brushed against my body as if it was calling out to my soul. I was magnetized towards the core of the tree with an indescribable force, captivated by its magnificence. suddenly I dropped to the ground and became so overcome with exhaustion and rested under its shade, when I sat down it felt as if I had no strength left in my body to grasp on to my existence any longer, my eyes shut and all I desired was to desist being, an invisible force extracted all the energy of life from me, breathing heavily turned to gasping for each breath, suddenly I lost access to my memories, I felt as if I was hypnotized and fell into a deep empty sleep where dreams evaded my descending unconsciousness, I don't know how long I was in that state, but when my eyes awakened I bore witness to one of the most (remarkably unbelievable) spectacunbelievmarkable scenarios I have ever seen. I couldn’t have created something like this in my wildest imagination and believe me I have a creative one.
Words cannot come close to what I witnessed but I will attempt to describe to the best of my grammatical capability:
* pow poo pow poo pow poo pow * sounds of crackling flames emerging and fading around me for what seemed like an eternity in this distorted mental space, there were seemingly thousands if not more of them, I didn't know where to focus my gaze, my mind was immensely overstimulated, I couldn't control my eyes and my vision was dancing in the tempo of the magical fire-dance.
countless little fire-birds surrounded the aura of the ancient tree, his branches that have kissed the dried land now stand firm and are surrounded by blossoming green needle leaves, in between them protruded unimaginable shades of pale yellows and vibrant orange, evoking rounded embers that were molded from lava and pure fire, I was overwhelmed with thoughts of wishing to die in order to become a part of the harmony of the elements that surrounded me, the hellish fruits of the fire tree were resurrected by 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 were craving to harvest the boiling lava that burns inside his fruits, he keeps reviving every day anew as they ignite around him, blossoming from the ashes of what they once were in order to transform again, they keep evolving and devolving every movement in their neverending dance, from nothing into little tongues of fire *poo pow* like millions of twisted twilight stars of fire that gently kiss the air with their breath of smoke.
the sun is the mid-sky and the birds of fire which are the lost souls that have eaten the fruits of the ancient tree fly free as he has finally released his enchantment and withered once again as the intense rays of sunlight seep through his branches and travel down into his roots like blood within our veins, replenishing his energy. I followed the birds of fire until I approached a02 one-armed man, I could see that he was fiercely battling the ghostly crew of a rickety ship. he fought with the grace of a seasoned warrior, his bayonet and sword striking the air with a force that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. the souls of the lost sailors, trapped in their ghostly vessels, were being freed by this mysterious figure, and I realized that he was a symbol of the struggle for life, the fight against death, and the eternal battle for survival.
as the sun reached its zenith and the apparition disappeared, I stood alone in the cemetery of the giant wood centipede galleys, surrounded by the silent witness of countless lost souls.
I am not afraid anymore, for I knew that the Tree of Life and its guardians would always be there, watching over the spirits of the dead and renewing them with fire and light, resurrecting them with the divine source of life.
and so, I continued my journey through the wilderness of nowhere, searching for the truths hidden within the shadows of the Tree of Life. I was filled with the knowledge that, no matter how far I will wander or how lost may I become, I would always find my way back to the light of the sun, and to the tree that had watched mankind over the ages”
this tree is not just any ordinary tree, however, it is a symbol of life and death, of the never-ending cycle of existence.
Its leaves feed the tree with the vital greens of life at night and consumed by bright daylight they are thickening its core thru its soiled roots, the fruits, instead of being sweet and juicy, are molten balls of boiling lava bubbling with a fiery intensity, this is a source of the life force of for dammed, for those who in need for light, for the lost souls.
Therefore the "tree of lifē" is not just a source of light and life, it is a symbol of the magic that existed in the world, a beacon of hope and renewal for those who found themselves lost in the wilderness of nowhere. Its fiery fruits were a symbol of the life force that flowed through all things, a reminder of the power of the sun, and of the heat that gave life to the world.
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. Learning curve (Study): over 6 years Inspiration: a scene taken out of my book "phāntom whispers"