Last night I was partying. On my street there are many bars so it’s hard to stay calm. between bars i went inside an old building, which used to be an office and this month is an alternative gallery. I was drunk but you can’t mistake bad art when you see it. but it was alternative, and also the time I was there made it interesting. Like street art but indoors, and slightly more organized.

Today I surfed for art again. I found Reinhard Doubrawa. I think his works, the ones I saw on Schmidt Galerie, are sensitive, funny, and don’t speak too loud. It’s like they have a rythme. They have an inner sense, they have their own presence in this world. Does it make sense? I don’t usually like art critic, unless it let itself become abstract and philosophical (Greenberg for example writes beautifully).

So because I liked his art works so much, I let you enjoy another image:

 I was at an opening for an Art+Commerce exhibition. It was in a beautiful space in south Tel Aviv, but unfortunately i can’t show here any of the art work I saw on the exhibition. I was sure it will be easy to see them online, but the artists I saw are still not presented on the site. And I forgot the names of the ones I wanted to show here. Drank too much of the sparkling liquid. Most of the works that are on the Art+Commerce website is too polished, advertisement oriented. I liked some of the images there, for example this one above, by Elinor carucci. It’s very polished but here it serves to make the image more interesting. An inhuman eye, still with expression. A glimpse to the next century, and to old waters. And all through a very simple image, well made.

When I was on the bus today, I had a agic moment. I was listening to Deep Purple (sweet child of time), letting my body slip down, almost falling off from the chair. We passed a small street, always crowded with people. But this time I looked up, at the skies. I suddenly saw this elecricity wire, it had many pairs of shoes hanging on. All snickers, some in good shape. I thought it might was an artistic explosure that took place, and those are the remainings.

Hours later, at home and in front of the computer screen, on the search for inspiring young artists, I saw this very picture above. The artist’s name is William Cordova, and you can find some of his other brilliant, sensitive, fascinating works here. I ove works on paper, I love the details he includes and the way he does it. I would love to see those works in a gallery. It’s like surrealist art that matured nd understood there is no sur-realism, that realism already contains everything. William Cordova makes silent art, quiet pieces of reality that don’t need or expect interpretation.

True power of life.

Our life is full of art, but it’s so easy to oversee it. Actually i think that what make good art – that you CAN oversee it. But then, when you see it, it’s there forever. Art, like the eye, is changing.

yesterday I was scouting for interesting young artists. I focused on galleries in Berlin and found Thomas Wrede, a photographer. His work captures those places or moments where life not only contain art, but become art. His images are strong but quiet, zen-like mood. Many times they contain the viewer in them, like this one above.