“Computers” is one of a collection of sculptures I created, called “The Hand of Coincidence”.
It consist of 25 individual pieces, each encapsulating a different social and political issue. 2014-2018. Computers is like the ‘beauty queen’ of the project.😊
Computers consists our lives – private, public, academic, business, and government networks, all are in one way or another – global, but deals about us, of us – the citizens of the world. And WE, or precisely most of us, cannot see our lives without Computers – The Global Beauty Queen.
Our life is transformed via the Computers. All the information resources and services are passing on in the computer channels, means that The World Wide Web (WWW), consist of all our global electronic mail, telephones, and file sharing. Bulks of our information is stored on the computers & on clouds.
As the net grows bigger and bigger, we feel in some ways, smaller and smaller.
It took me months until a wooden cube in an abandoned yard “caught” my eye and joined the team of “The Hand of Coincidence” – to become the Computer sculpture.
Political Assassination, a sculpture that speaks for itself. In many countries Political Assassination changed history.
In Israel, after the assassination of Prim Minister Izchak Rabin, the country changed with no recognition.
I created a collection of sculptures called “The Hand of Coincidence”, consisting of 25 individual pieces of art, each encapsulating a different social and political issue. 2014-2018. Political Assassination is one of the sculptures in the project.
Asymmetrical deserted wooden cubs found in junkyard draw my attention. That was the begging of a fantastic journey of Social and Political ideas that took forms in wood, metal and paint over 4 years.
It took me over 6 months to work on this small cube. I found a cube that had like bullet holes. And that was the trigger! Slowly the cube became the idea. The transformation was completed with lots and lots of layers of paint… and tears.
On one side of the scene – there are bullet holes, blood and tears. Like in real life. On the other side of the scene, sadly, there were some that celebrated.
And the people on the roofs, the crowd, like lost sheep, led by the powers that created and executed ideas that led to the assassination.
The Prime Minister of Israel – Izchak Rabin, was murdered on the 4th of November 1995.
Andthe country of Israel changed with no recognition.…
Every year, on January 25th, we try to find solace on the anniversary date of the disappearance of the Israeli submarine, the Dakar. The submarine was lost, literally and figuratively, in 1968, along with her crew of 69 sailors. The years pass, but the memory of them, our loved ones, remains in our hearts forever.
The mystery of what happened to the Dakar can’t be described better than with these words : Lost by the the Hand of Coincidence.
In 2017, I created the “DAKAR” sculpture, as one of a collection of sculptures called “The Hand of Coincidence”, consisting of 25 individual pieces of art, each encapsulating a different social and political issue. 2014-2018.
I created one specific piece to honor the Dakar Submarine.
My husband, First Sergeant Dan Manor, was one of the lost crew members.
Each year, we remember the loss of the Dakar, our missing submarine
in 2018, the 50th anniversary of the disappearance of the Dakar, each family received a special medal in remembrance of their loved one.
The Medal was designed by Nurit Manor in honor of the crew and her late husband.
A rare and complete film (16 mm) of the Dakar submarine and crew, departing from Portsmouth Port, England, on January 9, 1968.
No sound. (restored 2021).
Authentic last photos of the Dakar crew on its men.
I need some extra courage to expose myself to write about some of the ‘adventures’ I had in writing my book – The English School… and I did.
In fact, at the time I was busy writing another book (still in my drawer), but one night I envisioned the story of a woman who travels to South America following an add she founds in the Internet. So, for six years, I lived a double life, one of my own, and the one led by the story.
My heroine’s name was Naomi at first, but in a cruel and unpredictable event (for me), I had to say goodbye to that name and find her a new name. Just before closing my book and sending it to the printers, I realise that Naomi is the heroine’s name of a new book just published by Shay Sarid “The Kindergarten of Naomi”. Sadly I had to say bye to my Naomi, but luckily I found Daphne, the heroine of my book, which was positioned perfectly in the story. 🙂
The book was written just about as a spirit forced me to write it, I’ll say with great caution. Chance and Karma are involved in the making of the book, as in the story itself. Another important detail is, the book was born in a far away country, in New Zealand. It is interesting to acknowledge that a book has a life and history of its own, completely independent, with no connection to the story and life of the writer. In my case there is even a country of the birth place, and a date of birth. “The English School” was born in Auckland, New Zealand, on February 8, 2008.
I visited New Zealand as my son Arnon was working on the film“The Warrior’s Way”. His home was ideal for writing, bright rooms in a luxury apartment, with windows overlooking the leisure boats and harbour of Auckland. New Zealand’s sunsets were the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.
At that time I was writing another book that I began a few months earlier. One night I found myself like in a dream; Physical sensed reality and dream twilight together. And here I come to be in an isolated school in Peru, in South America. Suddenly I was involved in that mystical vision, in the history of a woman who left everything in her home country (Israel), disappointed and discouraged from her life after her husband left her for a younger woman, and I flew with her to an unknown path. Led by her, as she sat on me like a spirit to write her story. I had to move everything aside and write the story of this woman! The English School itself, although was located in a remote area of Peru, universal Anthroposophic ideas were the base of it’s teachings, influenced by Rudolf Steiner, the founder and developer of these ideas. The school philosophy conducted me, revealing itself to me slowly and I learned all about it and acknowledged it. I was led forward in the darkness and inside the story by it. My heroine actually pushed aside wildly the book I was writing earlier, and so in full bluster, full awareness and curiosity we speed together, devoted myself to it, and to her.
Passive responsiveness and dedication became like an obsession, it pre occupied me full time day & night. Every day after reading the pages I had written the day before, I was barely satisfied, but the story grew and evolved in joy, and it was thrilling.
I realise I wrote some wonderful manifestations, the plot developed well and the language was rich. Writing and repairing; Writing, erasing and correcting and writing again. Weaving the story in words and language was slow task and precise, putting extra attention to the safeguarding of sound, like in music with it’s own rhythm.
Humbly and modestly I’ll say with great respect to the writer Shay Agnon, that I identify with him – he who said – he was happy about every page he writes using the Holy Old Hebrew language “…And I will give my soul away for it!” And I clung to this idea, knowingly or not.
So much for today. I will continue to tell you all about the wonders of my writing expedition next time.
.I was lucky to be twice in Sivananda Yoga Retreat in the Bahamas
It’s an amazing place to spend a vacation. The retreat is in a small island next to one of the most beautiful beaches in the world. The most important thing for me was to practice yoga and relax
The atmosphere In the retreat is extremely tranquil. The teachers and stuff are professional, so one can have great improvement in the yoga practice. It’s a crystal clear feeling, for the mind and soul, to start the day with the morning meditation and end it with .Satsang
I love the natural healthy delicious vegetarian meals, I am sure they are cooked with love.
During my stay at the ashram I attended lectures on mind and spirit, health, .all with extremely interesting speakers
Going to the beach was an amazing experience, relaxing, joyful clear sky, with only a few people around. The water was sparking-brilliant-Turquoise! All together – a unique magical beach.
The Yoga Retreat is a perfect place to clear ones mind, to relax, and to practice yoga. Also it can be excellent time to organise new ideas and stages in life.
I have been in many places, but the Yoga Retreat in the Bahamas is placed in a very special place in my heart.