Ron Geva
Art of the Heart
"Fracture"
2022, collection of works, Haifa University
A collection of works summarizing the first year of the Art Therapy degree at the University of Haifa.
During my first year of studies, I saw that the recurring theme in my work was the longing for a safe place where one could gather the fragments and mend the cracks, a place to quietly build myself and be fulfilled. A longing for an inner home where a warm and comforting fireplace burns. I went inside and looked at the membrane that separates the inside from the outside. its quality and durability, is it enough? Is it whole? And if it is cracked, can one live with the fracture?
From Within
Natural charcoal and synthetic charcoal on a 50X70 sheet
What does a shell look like from the inside? What does it sound like when the egg cracks around you? When the lines break through the white, the whole, the protection, how does it feel when the world around you breaks?
trails
Eggshell, bird's nest, ink
A story about an inside which came out and left behind it traces, silent evidence of what happened. What was the moment of breaking, what was the sound of the boundaries being shattered, how did it feel to be exposed to a different air, to a different world? was the light blinding? What came out and moved forward, and what remained in the shell? Was there fear? Resistance? Excitement? Anticipation? What were the feelings of the severance? Farewell? Relief?
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Broken worlds
Eggshells, acrylic.
The Japanese art of Kintsugi speaks for the fracture, the crack, through which light comes in. So I painted the edges of the fractures in gold. I think the fragments are supposed to be glued back together, but I didn't quite succeed, the egg resisted and cracked even more. I watched and asked myself what I was seeing. I thought that the life that was inside had continued on, and that there was no longer any use for these shells, no matter how much gold I dressed them in. Like the slough of a snake, growth happens when you come out of the shell.
A cold comes in
Styrofoam, acrylic
"I peeled an orange, I found inside - like inside a nest, a sleeping child. The child said - you made a hole here, fix the slice, cold wind is blowing on me."
Neck
Plasticine smear on a journal page, 21X30
The neck, in my opinion, is one of the most sensitive areas of the body. It's so vulnerable and exposed to injury. The skin that surrounds this organ is so delicate, almost transparent, you can see the blood vessels pulsating through it. This tube contains so much inside it, and is the center of communication between the head and the body - somehow I would expect it to be hard and armored. But perhaps it is precisely because of its flexibility that it is strong enough.
The basis of the painting is a promotional page for a gym. I built the neck from plasticine meat smears, from the inside out, while listening carefully to the sensations that pass through me - the movement of the vertebrae, swallowing saliva, the pulsations of the bloodstream, inhaling and exhaling, the melody of air in the vocal cords. Each of these responds to the others, all taking place in the same area at the same time. A rich and lively face, wrapped in a membrane of skin.
Hchnisini
Pencil drawing, 15X15 cm
The greatest wish of all, to return and be enveloped in the maternal presence, to be protected, to belong, to be loved. Bialik composed the words for this experience, for this longing, and that's how I imagined them - wrapped densely in a round womb, together and alone, in a warm embrace.
Nest
Mixed media.
An egg carton protects from below, a nest woven from random objects. But still, I don't feel protected enough.
