Ora Tamir – Featured Artist
I’d like to thank this month’s featured artist, Ora Tamir, for her wildly incredible, contemporary surrealism, and permission for inclusion in Gen Society. To learn more about Ora check out her biography below and visit her links.
I’d also like to thank Georgann at the Arizona Republic for the latest article featuring my art space at Artspace. If you missed it, follow this link to have a peek: https://www.azcentral.com/story/news/local/mesa/2019/02/21/mesa-artspace-lofts-offers-artists-affordable-ideal-housing-options/2914324002/
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—M U S I C—
After setting these recordings on the shelf for a few years, they’ve finally resurfaced
—W R I T I N G—
**Novel Excerpt**
Muddled
My mind was flipping through a rolodex. The voices kept with me… was I imaging this—the sound that began in the forest in my submerged, dissociative state—screeching animal jeers and shrills of confinement. Those contemptuous laughs are burned in me. I didn’t even know apes could laugh, but was it even them. The appeal, like an anglerfish pendulously waiting for its prey.
We were dispatched to rediscover and protect the land. The ruthless, tempestuous, tremorring shell; our four-and-a-half-billion-year-old godmother that holds no prisoners—vapors dissipating from the apothecary vents. Each opposing ideal was a threat and should be immediately slated.
We are constantly reminded, as we trail through the history of mankind, that everything stretches the binds of incidental revenge. Our bed was made before we had time to reflect upon it. We were a blip in the spectrum of evolution. A parable in the footnote of creative genius. From what we’ve been told to where we’re at now, by our government, our lawmakers, our leaders & dictators, and those appointed surreptitiously by ours and ours alone… our supposed deities—we are more lost now than ever. And the grave questions no longer stand tall to ask, let alone answer.
I wasn’t exactly sure why we’ve been summoned and what our purpose was. I wasn’t settled on the narrow-minded platitudes that drive generational explanations to the oversimplification of life’s evolutionary purpose and its experiential value within the soul dynamic of the collective individual. We had a specific mission, and I intended to see it through. There are systems to everything, even purpose.
I’ve picked at and elasticized its skin like I have my own, furrowing helpless, trying best to explain the expectation that restrains the soul. I shall deliver what has never been deliverable in the realm of intellectual property and organic chemistry. A manifestation of a system created by the pure entity of another system. Each covert will contain within it a purely autonomous development, regardless of its texture or hide. It has been the result of mass production through singularity. But why us, now, while my power’s so fragile, demented in the coil of evolution’s cruel commander. We are experiencing, individually, the growth of an entire catalyst body of billions, each having interwoven thoughts that solidify individual isolation; dreams, actions, temperaments, the modus of communication, personality defects, the way we fight and initiate wars… the way we love. This was our deliverance from the servitude of our lives, genetically made-up into one programmable, indistinct soul. It had been decided for us, and I’m only wondering now if that had always been the case.
There will be few left.
Closing in, only few enlighten.
Some would forge ahead, but only few will survive, at least contained compartmentally in the elemental body-mind-spirit. And as I struggle to understand this now, it will be made-up to preserve the residue of our species, hopefully, by imparting only its most endearing qualities. Hopefully… and that’s all we could do at this point, was hope.
by LORIN DREXLER
Insemination
the lips hum,
autonomous from
the body,
and pulse in the
distance. the
emancipation of
a slow drivel
and thrust.
(the machine of love!)
a canon bursts,
insatiating a birth,
water empties from
the page and stares
into its reflective
eyepiece. the
mirage in the
sky overlapping its
god paraphernalia.
a bird watches
from an orb
sprouted through
an oasis nutriment.
a dirtbed pew.
creation knows not
what may blossom—
at least in its greatness.
the man is her
vessel, out
from the chalice,
the orgasm,
the painful
spirit of blank
bodies and souls
in remembrance
and canvassed
in the terrible
tribe of fire
and water
and sacrament.
there is no such reality
contained within concrete matter,
(the master of metaplasia!)
or living things
beside those relived.
there is a deadening
commodity, and the moon
to the sky is the fire
to all other planetary
vehicles that sing to
the stars and parent
wild creations.
souls are bled
from starbursts.
dust will always
remain.
by LORIN DREXLER
Ora Tamir (via www.orasart.com)
Born in Israel, Ora Tamir immigrated to California in 1980. Ora’s paintings are purely intuitive, surreal with a futuristic quality and haunting beauty. The images are personal, touch the soul and have a distinctly unique feel to them. Every original is a long labor of love.
Trying to describe Ora’s paintings is like trying to describe dreams. Using soft sable brushes and oil paints, symbolic stories are created. Her surreal sensual paintings express basic emotions and tap into the intricate human web.
What is Gen Society?
Gen Society is an art space blog for visual art and creative writing collaborations, and other randomizations. Hosted by writer and musician, Lorin Drexler, this online venue is an expressive experience for those interested in the world of the arts. It is a literary journey through the hearts and minds of contemporary artists in practice and a reflection of those that have long passed.
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