THE VIEWER

A hint of pastel colors
Drawing the viewer in.
Standing firm,
Gazing,
The heart expands in wonder.

Not logic.
Not an exercise of thought.
A simple, honest truth
Meets the heart.

In the echo of silence—
One can breathe.

HARAVOT BARZEL, THE ARTIST'S EXPERIENCE

Terrifying echoes,
Stripping the air bare,
Revealing the raw truth of evil.

No breath.
Chisin must move.

A small cabin in the middle of nowhere,
Where yellow earth stretches into sky.

Returning to a simple rhythm,
A working man,
Letting the desert heat dictate the schedule.

Here—he creates.