Project no.197

Black Milk

In Homage to Paul Celan's Death Fugue

Chief curator: Rachel Sukman

Ozias Hoffstatter, Sophie Jungreis, Debbie Morag,

Karni Ness, George Foldes, Mor Perez

 

Opening: Thursday, 11 January 2017, at 11 am.
Closing:
Tuesday, 9 February 2017, at 4 p.m.

**********************
6 Zamenhoff St. , Tel Aviv, tel.: 03-5254191
Gallery hours: Mon.- Thurs. 11a.m - 6p.m.; Fri. 11a.m.- 2p.m.


<Back

Home

  Next>

Sophie Jungreis, Mandala I, 2017
Charcoal and Acrylic on Tin
45 D

Mor Perez, No Title, 2017
Inkjet print on paper
חחחחח

Mor Perez, No Title, 2017
Inkjet print on paper
חחחחח

     

Karni Ness, 1931
Oil on canvas
60X80 cm

Karni Ness, Benditta
Oil on canvas
40X30 cm

Karni Ness, Shahaf
Oil on canvas
40X30 cm

Karni Ness, Karni
Oil on canvas
40X30 cm
       

Ozias Hoffstatter, Portrait
אקריליק, עיפרון ופחם על נייר

27X42 cm

Ozias Hoffstatter, Bird
אקריליק, יפרון ופחם על נייר

30X60 cm

George foldes, self portrait, 1988-90
Oil on canvas
60X80 cm

Debbie Morag, Climbing Wall, 2016
Inkjet print on paper
50X75 cm

       

Debbie Morag, Photosinteza, 2016
Inkjet print on paper
33.3X50 cm

Debbie Morag, Breaking the Silence, 2016
Inkjet print on paper
56X170 cm

   

 

 

 

 

 

Death Fugue

Paul Celan , 1920 - 1970

Black milk of morning we drink you at dusktime

we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at night

we drink and drink

we scoop out a grave in the sky where it's roomy to lie

There's a man in this house who cultivates snakes and who writes

who writes when it's nightfall nach Deutschland your golden hair Margareta

he writes it and walks from the house and the stars all start flashing he whistles his

dogs to draw near

whistles his Jews to appear starts us scooping a grave out of sand

he commands us to play for the dance

 

Black milk of morning we drink you at night

we drink you at dawntime and noontime we drink you at dusktime

we drink and drink

There's a man in this house who cultivates snakes and who writes

who writes when it's nightfall nach Deutschland your golden hair Margareta

your ashen hair Shulamite we scoop out a grave in the sky where it's roomy to lie

He calls jab it deep in the soil you lot there you other men sing and play

he tugs at the sword in his belt he swings it his eyes are blue

jab your spades deeper you men you other men you others play up again for the dance

 

Black milk of morning we drink you at night

we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at dusktime

we drink and drink

there's a man in this house your golden hair Margareta

your ashen hair Shulamite he cultivates snakes

 

He calls play that death thing more sweetly Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland

he calls scrape that fiddle more darkly then hover like smoke in the air

then scoop out a grave in the clouds where it's roomy to lie

 

Black milk of morning we drink you at night

we drink you at noontime Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland

we drink you at dusktime and dawntime we drink and drink

Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland his eye is blue

he shoots you with leaden bullets his aim is true

there's a man in this house your golden hair Margareta

he sets his dogs on our trail he gives us a grave in the sky

he cultivates snakes and he dreams Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland

 

your golden hair Margareta

your ashen hair Shulamite