Masha Yozefpolsky | מאשה יוזפפולסקי
מאשה יוזפפולסקי
מאשה יוזפפולסקי
towards
Interdisciplinary Scene, Jerusalem 2001
she was
being watched
by them
trying to hear
your mind
through
a one way glass
you did what
she saw
then
went back
to where
they
came from
Towards, video 01:06 min.
iamyou
The Israel Museum, Jerusalem 2002
I love you,
but, because
inexplicably
I love in you
something more
than you,
the object petit a,
I mutilate you.
Jacques Lacan
Iamyou, video 01:42 min.
freeze braid
suck scars
chew liver
cut lungs
spread ribs
boil spine
grind nails
peel eyes
lick brain
squeeze ears
fry skin
bite veins
steam lips
error lips
INTERDISCIPLINARY SCENE, Jerusalem 2002
On the verge of inherent lack
and semantic turbulence,
“Error Lips” detects an intimate
occurrence of longing.
Desire is a relation of being
to lack which is the lack of
being properly speaking..
Longing occurs through
the mediation of recognition,
where desire manifests in
verbal spasms and
linguistic impotence.
A succession of flickering
word-images creates gaps in
semi-decoded perception.
Intersecting signifiers of crawling,
slipping, and escaping words
outline the locus of “Error Lips”
observing desire as it remains
a perpetual enigma.
.
So long as the realm of necessity
remains a social dream, dreaming will
remain a social necessity.
The spectacle is the bad dream of
modern society in chains expressing
nothing more than its wish for sleep.
The spectacle is the guardian of that sleep.
The Society of the Spectacle-Guy Debord
the code
International Film Festival, Jerusalem 2004
עוד מעט נלך.אבא, עכבר לבן,
יש לך עיניים אדומות?קטנים. נושכים.
מתים?הם רוצים לדעת מי
נמדד ומי יימדד?
האיש הזה הולך
לדעת מי אנחנו?
אז מה? למה?
אני לא מבין.
תוחם, עורב, אוחז.
משחרר? נעלם?
עוד גירויים,
עוד דימויים,
עוד דם,
עוד ערוצים,
לבלוע ולהקיא…
תמליל תקנון
פרויקט הרעב
מתורגם
לשפת אילמים
וחרשים.
הצופה השבע נמצא
בחסך קוגניטיבי
במבטו על הרעב.
אין אפשרות לגשר
על הפער או לדבר
בשמו של הרעב.
הרעב אטום ללוגוס
המסדיר משמעות
או תיקון.
השבע הוא הרעב
במעגל סגור ודממה.
Kalisher Gallery, Tel Aviv 2004
heal the healer
The head is sick.
Over dose of rationalism,
blinds the other zone.
Reconstruction of
primordial perception
where creativity can incarnate
its therapeutic event.
Neglected tracks have to
be exposed while
carefully observing
the stratification
of the postmodern
stuffed being.
Transformation.
Wait:
The hour will strike, then
everything will come forth
from you.
What must be born of you,
and what is in you, that
comes out, and you know
not how or when it comes,
or whither it strives to go.
Paracelsus, de natura rerum, 1537
Heal the healer, video 1:22 min
noli me tangere
Interdisciplinary Scene, Jerusalem 2008
Do not hold on to me,
for I have not yet
ascended to the Father.
Go instead to my
brothers and tell them,
I am ascending to my
Father and your Father,
to my God and your God.
Regulated into a
psycho-physical
zombie state
while reality loses
its certainty, our
selves are being
stolen from us.
‘Noli me tangere’
is an elegy of
liberation by
nihilum,
nothingness as
transformation,
therefore a
possible cure.
The intercut
between washed
out family
photographs, and
extraction of fish
eyeballs from its
sockets is a violent
event of erasure
and blindness,
as it is a signifier
of possible
awakening
to ‘suchness’,
a Buddhist term
that directs us to
experience
being as such.
The real is unseen.
Can we encounter
the immense
mystery of our mind?
Between flesh and
spirit, within the
liminal territory of
‘this and that, neither
this or that’,
on his way to his
Father, the Son is
שn anti-body, who
rejects this sick and
defiled world.
‘Noli me tangere’
marks erasure as
exposure and
blindness as a
vehicle towards
that which
cannot be named.
Noli Me Tangere, video 06:20 min.
Marked by ribbons
on their arms they
are manipulated into
stride with tiptoe steps
strictly upon invisible
lines. The dread of
transgression the
normative lines, the
hesitant steps in
perfect concentration,
causes the spectator
to confront one’s own
“private” anomaly,
liminal existence,
disorientation
and desire.
The single image of
ourselves splits while
navigated by poetic
spasms within guilt
zone of “Janus”,
standing with eyes
wide open and mouth
shut in front of the
lost oblivion.
lontana
Interdisciplinary Scene,
Jerusalem 2009
What wouldn’t we
Do in order to
Recur an innocent
gaze towards the
childlike-territories
which were lost
during our
vagrancy within
the realms of “reality”?
We would wander in
the gap between the
realm of the
impossible and
the derisive.
