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The Graces
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 2002
The bathing bourgeois ladies gathered again at their favorite spot by the natural lake. Who’s the brilliant mind behind that piece of heaven on earth?
Will they take ownership of it as well, or will they behave humbly about it? And who is invited to the experience and who is not?
Oil & Acrylic on Canvas
50 x 60 (cm)
Scene From A Bar
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 1999
Just another day at the local pub. Where we’ll always find that one who drowns his sorrow in the bitter drop, and maybe the containing and consoling figure right by his side. And right there is the ‘lone rider’ type who used to come on his own and sit all alone at the bar, and seems to be engaged at the moment in an in-depth conversation with the bartender. And there is that young couple-in-love at a corner table, concentrated in their own world, and just can't restrain themselves from demonstrating to each other the huge passion between them.
Oil on Canvas
70 x 30 (cm)
Purple Clouds
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 2000
Sublimely she hovered above all reality on purple clouds, so her legs couldn’t touch the ground anymore.
This is how she was last seen, and since then no one has SIͶ her again.
Gentle II
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 2002
“He loves her and she loves him, it's nice, it's nice, it's nice. But the truth is that he is afraid, and so is she, to be alone” (lyrics: Micha Shitrit and Arkadi Duchin).
Love has many faces, in this case - just two. And I can easily trace mine in both of them.
Oil on Canvas
25 x 50 (cm)
The Loner
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 2000
Alienation feels sometimes like a foot dragged on the beach’s wet sand, while the waves come washing and embracing you into their comforting arms, seducing you to go with them and dive into the depths of the ocean of loneliness.
Oil on Wood
50 x 50 (cm)
Fake Smiles
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 2002
They know them girls from the magazines. And just as they know how to brutally tear them, they also know how to flip through them like pages.
Eventually the blazing fire of passion has burned every traces of humanity left in them, and there is no smile in the world that can hide those lustful looks.
Oil & Magazine-Cuts on Canvas
50 x 70 (cm)
Human Disgust
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 2000
Organic waste. A collection of cells that joined together somehow into a magnificent creation of internal stench called ‘mankind’.
So full of ego and pride, and yet so fragile, and ridiculously mortal.
Oil on Canvas
50 x 70 (cm)
The Falling Dancer
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 2014
I've never been the dancer type. When I did try, it usually came out forced and looked unnatural. I’ve never been able to let myself go, and free myself from the eternal question "Who am I dancing for?". Am I dancing for myself? If so, then why should there be people watching around me?
I also never truly understood the concept behind artistic/institutional dancing. And if I was ever required to give my take on this phenomenon, then this is what it would look like. I’m Sorry, Yes, nature is full of dancing, and it’s quite apparent in my paintings as well, but in none of the cases there are dancing shoes involved.
Oil, Acrylic & Marker on Canvas
40 x 90 (cm)
Pink Destruction
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 2002
I got lost in the murderous pink. I don't remember who I was before I stumble into it.
Oil & Acrylic on Canvas
65 x 90 (cm)
Dirty Dancing
by Moshik Ben-Uzi | 1999
On the stage - no less, no more - right in the spotlight... only that’s where they agreed to show everyone what their passion looks like.
Oil on Canvas
70 x 100 (cm)
