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You start telling me about a rubber diaphragm which divides two worlds
and on which the whole body vibrates.
Energies you cannot control at first, and which I, on the contrary,
begin to control once I capture you with my eyes, with my emotions unbridled.
If you have truly fascinated me, you no longer need to convince me.
If I experience your dreams the moment you make them, I also occupy part
of a common dream: the conception of a real world beyond the time
and the space delineated by the specific era in which we happen to exist.
Around dawn the dreams begin to fade away and, with heads numbed
from tension, we seek the memories of the moments we lived. There remain
images of constant pulses and vibrations of the body and the mind. And all
these images together become the dream we experienced in the night,
at once together and separately.
When the time came to described, you talked about art in your own language.
That's where our ways part again.

Efi Strousa

May 1980

And yet I continue to dream now, before what that which has been
programmed.
A mold is telling me about a life.
A slide casts shadows on an inanimate surface.
It is talking about memories I should like to see again.
And you go and touch them with a pencil to convince me that something
did exist indeed, but also how it existed...
I don't have to know this.
So I am going to act again uncontrollably, against the laws,
within my own dream
that I am building with my eyes open.
When, through art, you can make me see and feel this vitality in a soulless
stance, what happened is that you really did love it, you lived it,
you penetrated it and perhaps you have fertilized it.

E. S.