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They aim to challenge the notion of beauty by drawing ones own and contrasting it with the dark and the strange.As well they tell a story of fearlessness allowing whoever wears these objects of art to be transformed; bringing out inner confidence and strength.‘When I’m contemplating a new piece, I start by going through my collection of natural history books until I find something that “speaks” to me.I work with it in terms of size and placement, and then begins the slow and meditative practice of putting paint to porcelain.Gisela Torres Photos: Gisela Torres Hats: Sahar Freemantle Makeup Artist: Sara Sorrenti Hair: Jack Merrick Thirlway Model: Danielle Ifra Yuval Atzili was my student. I have known him as a teacher knows a beloved student.There is a limit to what you can know about your students. I have taught him 2 years in Bezalel Academy of Arts and Design. I have met again a few months ago, we sat in a coffee shop, he doesn’t like coffee shops. Even people who eat everything don’t freeze that kind of birds.Creates some kind of life and death erotica, horrible and beautiful.Erotica of exploitation, defiance and embarrassment, and sadness.
A narrative of claws, animal horns, feathers, shredded snake skin, fossilized beetles, dried butterflies, bird skulls, etc, gave me the impression that if I wore one of her ingenious creations, I could morph into this intelligent bird.
Yuval would probably say “Israeli goth” and he would be right and I would be wrong, for they are all migrating birds passing through Israel, dying here with all their glory.
He doesn’t kill them, it’s important to say, Yuval is the most non creepy person I’ve met and still, I was amazed by the way he creates beauty from this death, present it, displaying it beside the bodies of young men who carry them as carrying their own death.
Someone could not woke someone up from its fainting, from its death; that’s almost indecent and yet I believe him; I believe this quest for beauty in all places that supposed to be covered with dirt.
“This is me and my brother”, he said to me simply when describing the relationship between the young man and the bird; two non-identical twins who rolled out to the farthest edges: man and bird, live and dead; and suddenly the layers I’ve counted faded into dust.