I ASKED A FRIEND OF MINE TO TAKE A LOOK AT THE WEBSITE. THE PREVIOUS VERSION OF THE WEBSITE. TO TELL ME WHAT HE THINKS. HE TOLD ME IT IS NOT CLEAR. THIS WAS DISTURBING. I THOUGHT IT WAS CLEAR. TO PROVIDE A CV AND A CHORONOLOGICAL ARCHIVE OF MY WORKS SINCE 2019. 2019 WAS MY SECOND YEAR AS A STUDENT IN THE SCHOOL OF VISUAL THEATRE IN JERUSALEM. A MULTIDISCIPLINARY ART SCHOOL. I WAS 35 YO. I THOUGHT THIS WOULD PROVIDE A GENEROUS AND HONEST PERSPECTIVE AS TO HOW WE GOT HERE. HOW I BECAME AN ARTIST. HOW EVERGREEN WIDE HORIZONS CONVERGED TO THIS. A CHRONOLOGICAL SERIES OF NOT. NOT A MATHEMATICIAN. NOT A COMPUTER SCIENTIST. NOT AN ALGORITHMS ENGINEER. NOT A MUSICIAN. NOT A COMPOSER. NOT A CHOREOGRAPHER. NOT A POET. BUT AN ARTIST WHO SPENT A GREAT DEAL OF TIME MONEY AND PRACTICE ENTERING ALL THESE DISCIPLINES TO SENSE WHAT INITIALLY ATTRACTED ME TO THEM. BUT FROM WITHIN. NOT AS A CONCEPTUAL TOURIST. BUT AS AN INTRUDER THAT FOR A CERTAIN TIME UPHELD THE ILLUSION OF BECOMING THESE NOTS. BELIEVING THAT INVOLVED AN EVOLUTION OF DENIAL AS TO MY NATURE. YOU SEE THE IDEA AND REALITY OF LEONARDO WAS ALWAYS APPEALING TO ME. ME AND LEONARDO EVEN SHARE A MOTO: OSTINATO RIGORE. STUBORN RIGOR. ANYWAYS I WAS SWALLOWED INTO THESE DISCIPLINES RECKLESSLY. EACH OF THEM LURED ME WITH A PROMISE IT FAILED TO KEEP. A PROMISE TO PROVIDE A SENSE OF LOGIC TO TIME FORM SPACE AND THOUGHT. SO I WANTED TO PUT THEM ALL IN ONE PLACE. IN ORDER TO ADDRESS THIS REPEATING FAILURE OF DELIVERANCE. AND I REALLY THOUGHT THIS PLACE WAS CONTEMPORARY THEATRE. I REALLY BELIEVED THAT. RIGHT AFTER SPENDING 24 HOURS IN YAN FABRE OLYMPUS IN JERUSALEM THEATRE IN THE SUMMER OF 2017 I WAS 100% CONVINCED THIS IS IT. I THOUGH THIS SO SERIOUSLY I IMMEDIATELY APPLIED TO THE SCHOOL OF VISUAL THEATRE IN JERUSALEM OPENLY ADMITTING THIS IS HOW I AM TO ADDRESS MY MULTIELICIT PROBLEMATIC NATURE. THIS SCHOOL WAS THE ONLY PLACE THAT SEEMED FIT AT THE TIME TO BE A SCHOOL FOR SUCH A 100% THOUGHT. THE FINANCIAL POSIBILITY OF ACTUALLY GOING THERE WAS PLAIN LUCK. BECAUSE INTEL JUST ACQUIRED MOBILEYE. AND I WAS AN ALGORITHMS ENGINEER IN MOBILEYE SPECIALIZING IN COMPUTER VISION AND STATISTICAL METHODS OF ESTIMATION. AND ALL OF A SUDDEN I HAD SOME CASH TO CALL MINE. YOU SEE THE PROBLEM WITH HOW I FEEL NOW A FEW YEARS LATER ABOUT BEING “JUST AN ARTIST” IS THAT I AM STILL WORKING IN MOBILEYE. PART TIME. OF COURSE. AS IN I AM VERY MUCH AN ENGINEER OCCUPIED BY THE STATE OF THE ART OF ALMOST EVERY ASPECT OF THIS PROBLEM CALLED AUTONOMOUS DRIVING. THIS IS HOW I EARN A LIVING AND PAY FOR MY STUDIO AND PROVIDE FOR MY FAMILY AND PROTOTYPE MY WORKS BEFORE THEY RECEIVE FUNDING. BECAUSE I NEED TO SEE. AND I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS PART TIME SINCE 2017. SINCE THAT POINT WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN I COULD DEVOTE 88% PERCENT OF MY TIME TO FORMAL ART STUDIES IN AN ART INSTITUTION. UP UNTIL THAT POINT STUDIES WERE SPORADIC. THOUGH I DID NOT REALIZE IT AT THE TIME. SO I APPLIED TO THE SCHOOL OF VISUAL THEATRE AND GOT ACCEPTED. AND GRADUATED FOUR YEARS LATER. IN 2021. AND I WAS NOT SHY THROUGHOUT THE MOST PART OF THESE FOUR YEARS. I TOOK MY CLOTH OFF ALREADY IN THE ENTRANCE EXAMS AND KEPT DOING THAT FOR TWO YEAR. AND WHILE VERY STUDENT SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING CHOREOGRAPHY AS MY PRIMARY VOCATION THROUGHOUT THIS PERIOD I HAVE VERY SERIOUSLY WROTE A BOOK. JUST A COUPLE OF MONTH BEFORE SCHOOL STARTED IN 2017 WHILE PACKING MY QUIET PASTORAL ONE SINGLE MAN HOME IN EIN KEREM JERUSALEM A FEW LINES APPEARED IN MY MIND AND THAT BOOK STARTED. IT WAS SOMETHING ABOUT HOW THINGS FIND THEIR PLACE IN A BOX. SO ALL ALONG THESE COMING FOUR YEARS BEING INSTITUTIONLY OCCUPIED BY EVERYTHING BUT WRITING I WROTE THIS BOOK. THIS POEM THAT STARTED AS MANY MANY POEMS AND CONDENSED INTO ONE 67 PAGES LONG POEM WICH HAS FOUR PARTS ZERO ONE TWO THREE AND WAS DECIDED TO BE MY FINALE GRADUATION WORK IN 2021. THIS IS WHERE A LONG WHY SHOULD COME IN. BUT IT WILL NOT. IT IS TOO LONG AND TOO EPIC AND TOO SAD. IT INVOLVED SKY ROCKETING AND A FUCKING CRASH. ANYWAYS THIS FINAL WORK WAS A VERY WHITE ROOM WITH APPROX 30 COPIES OF THE BOOK AND THE BOOK IS YELLOW AND I MADE A PEEPHOLE FOR ME ONLY TO LOOK INTO THE ROOM TO SEE THE AUDIANCE. A CLINICAL INSTALLATION OF SOME SORT. THIS BOOK STILL EMBODIES EVERYTHING I STILL HAVE TO PROPOSE TO HEBREW POETRY. SO SINCE THEN I NO LONGER WRITE POETRY. I SINCE THEN AFTER APPLYING SOME LUB I AM FREE TO WRITE SINGLE LONG PARAGRAPHS TRYING TO EXPLAIN TO YOU HOW WE GOT HERE. TRYING TO MAKE IT CLEAR. I RECALL RUNNING INTO AN INTERVIEW WITH BRUCE NAUMAN SAYING AN ARTIST MUST BE CLEAR. AND I THOUGHT TO MYSELF. DEAR GOD. HE IS RIGHT. I HAVE A LOT OF WORK TO DO. AND I ACTUALLY STARTED DOING THAT LATELY. THE PRACTICE OF BEING CLEAR. BUT BACK TO 2021 MOVING ON TO 2022. MY HEART WAS MOVED FROM JERUSALEM TO TEL AVIV. AND I WAS LOOKING FOR A STUDIO. AND MY STILL FUTURE WIFE WAS PREGNANT. AND ONE OF MY ART TEACHERS MENTIONED THE CHEAPEST STUIDO IN TOWN IS THE STUDIO YOU GET IN BEZALEL’S ACADEMY OF ART AND DESIGN MFA PROGRAM WHICH I HAD NO IDEA EXISTED. IT SO HAPPENED I ALREADY PLANNED AN INCUBATION PERIOD AND WAS LOOKING FOR A RELEVANT PLATFORM. I HAD A LOT OF MESS IN MY NON EXISTING PRACTICE TO SORT OUT. SO I APPLIED. AND I ALSO WHITE LIED TO GET IN. YOU SEE STATING I WAS GOING TO DO ANYTHING OTHER THEN PERFORMANCE AS MOST OF MY PORTFOLIO HAD STAGE WORKS FROM THE SCHOOL OF VISUAL THEATRE WOULD BE VERY SILLY. THIS PROGRAM IS FLOODED WITH FINE-ART ARTISTS ALREADY. SO I DECLEARED I WAS GOING TO FURTHER DEVELOP TWO WORKS I REALLY LOVED WORKING ON FROM 3RD YEAR COVID 2020 THAT PERISHED DUE TO COVID. THAT I WILL REVIVE THEM INTO A CONCEPTUAL TIME BASED PERFORMANCE. OR LIVE EXHIBITION. WHATEVER GETS ME THROUGH THE DOOR. BUT I HAD ABSOLUTELY NO INTENTION OF DOING THAT. IT WAS VERY CLEAR TO ME I AM RE ROUTING MY PATH INTO STILL NO HUMANS IN THE LOOP FINE CONCEPTUAL REAL ART. OBJECTS. SPACES. LIGHT. SOUND. DURATION. I HAVE SINCE SPENT AND STILL SPEND A GREAT DEAL OF TIME ARTICULATING WHAT THESE SPACE-TIMES ARE. AND THIS IS WHAT I DO. AND I HAVE ONE PROOF OF CONCEPT TO SHOW FOR WHICH IS MY MFA FINAL EXHIBITION. MY FIRST EXHIBITION. I CALLED IT A CONSTEMPLLATION. AN INVENTED SACRED PLACE OF SOME SORT DEVOID OF SYMBOLISM. AND I REALLY THOUGHT I HAD NAILED IT WITH THIS CONSTEMPLLATION. AND THAT MY MIND CAN REST AS I HAVE FOUND MY UNIQUE AND SINGULAR FORM OR SYSTEM THAT IS ONLY MINE AND I CAN NOW JUST DO MORE. BUT MY MIND DOES NOT REST. AND OVER A YEAR HAD PASSED SINCE. AND I HAVE REALIZED I NEED TO ARTICULATE IT FURTHER. I HOPE THAT NOT FOREVER. BUT THAT CONSTEMAPLLATION DID NOT RING RIGHT ANYMORE. IT IS AS AN INSTANCE OF THAT ARTIFICIAL SYSTEM I AM AFTER. THIS IS WHAT I AM OCCUPIED WITH. WITH THIS SYSTEM. ITS EVOLUTION AND FUNCTIONS AND ARTIFACTS. WITH HOW IT IS EXHIBITED. IT IS NOT LIMITED TO A CLOSED SET OF MEDIUMS AS IT IS LIMITED TO MY SENSITIVITIES. I AM HORRIBLY SENSITIVE TO NOISE. AND I SUFFER FROM SEVERE TINITUS. THAT IS A CLUSTER OF FREQUENCES ENDLESSLY RINGING IN MY EARS. A REAL PHYSICAL LOUD PERMANENT ERR NOBODY HEARS BUT ME. (HAREL WAHNICH, NOV 2025)