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She Hates Me
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 2013
We were burned by the flame of our love from the very first night. We were swept away as a drunken couple who had just met, and already eager to have a child together.
The intense passion that was between us, also brought with it huge angers that we could not contain, and the relationship has slowly faded.
As a gesture of goodwill, and a proof of my gratitude, I drew this painting for her, inspired by her. In my heart, I hoped she would get thrilled by it, but instead she refused to accept it.
I guess she was intelligent enough to see in it, though I wasn’t aware of, how I really saw her.
Oil & Acrylic on Canvas
50 x 140 (cm)
Weighted Heart
/ Pity The Fat
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 1999
I truly tried to love her. I wanted to give her the love she deserved, and all I always stumbled upon was my inability to go beyond the ugly judgment in me.
Her love for me was never in doubt, but if she had known what was going on inside my head, I'm sure she would have easily given up my pathetic pity.
Oil on canvas
50 x 70 (cm)
The Whores
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 1999
They are noble creatures. They are witches. They are untamable & unstoppable. Their hearts are impenetrable, and yet everyone wants to lay their hands on them.
It’s their enchanting dance, that exact angle that leaves you speechless each and every time. It's the moment you lost a sense of time, and it's the same moment you lost yourself, and your sight.
Oil on canvas
45 x 70 (cm)
Party In Florentin
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 2013
A stranger in the most vibrant neighborhood, in the metropolis of the Middle East.
For the first time in his life, he learns to use his heart, and dares to stretch beyond his familiar boundaries. Surrounded by young people who truly know how to celebrate life, he sometimes even finds himself swept away with them into the intoxicating rhythm of Florentine.
But when night falls.. and the intensive humidity from the sea secretly crawls in, the walls start to cry, his instruments slowly rust, mold stinks his clothes, and he’s left with no choice but to leave again.
Oil & Acrylic on Canvas
80 x 50 (cm)
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Facing The Future
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 2013
The twists and turns of biotechnology and its consequences are not yet clear, and yet already raising many concerns about ensuring the future existence of mankind.
Are we progressing away from ourselves, and approaching our end?
Acrylic on Paper
30 x 21 (cm)
Umbilical Residue
/ The Mind Prison
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 1997
From the dawn of history our society has been shoving humans into molds.
A person is accustomed from infancy to being surrounded by frames, bars, fences, rules & restrictions that bind many, and pushes others to break out, even if it costs them their lives.
This painting was painted during my military service, and was inspired by Picasso's blue melancholic era.
The name of the painting (Umbilical Residue) is inspired by a song of a band called 'A Perfect Circle'.
Oil on Canvas
70 x 100 (cm)
It's not My Table
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 2014
He’s the reason why I’m here, for him I wait, and for him I got myself beautified.
I’m sure for him I’m perfect, I’m a dream come true, But I don’t want to be here, and I’m desperately waiting to be done here and go back to my natural environment, to the perfect little corner which is call my home, where I don’t need to play pretend for anyone, and sit naked on strangers' tables.
Oil & Acrylic on Canvas
40 x 60 (cm)
Carmen
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 2002
She is a free soul, genuine & incorruptible. Her heart belongs to the open fields, and knows no boundaries. It does not belong to anyone, but there are ones who would try to own it, enslave, restrain, control, bind it & put chains around it, and the tragic end will be inevitable.
Oil on Canvas
20 x 30 (cm)
They Haunt Me
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 1999
They come at night, and in the morning they crawl back into the shadows. Full of stories, full of fears and threats, they beg to get into my paintings, and I joyfully welcome them in. They always have a special place on my canvas, but the truth is, without them I'm totally naked.
So, who am I without the art? Who am I if not my paintings? Who are you Moshik? And what do they want from me?
Oil on canvas
50 x 70 (cm)
In My Dreams I cannot See
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 1999
The gap between the ideal and reality was always unbearable. And into it all my thoughts used to penetrate. And this gap has eventually became a barrier, between me and achieving my dreams.
why do I deserve this? Why can’t I be like everyone else? Why can‘t it be light and flowing?
What is that curse that hovers over my head, that keeps me away from simplicity, and winning true love?
Oil on Canvas
50 x 75 (cm)
