‘Rembrandt’ an Alien on Spaceship Earth

On a personal note. After the closing of my last exhibition at the Kibbutz Gallery, I felt the need to rethink how my exhibition, receiving a modest response, survived this traumatic chaotic art event amid the outside labyrinth of  curators, museums, galleries, art dealers , auctions, hordes of artists each one confined in his solipsist  studio, the art academies with their aspirating students , the art critics  vagaries consecrating,  expulsing or ignoring whoever is not in good terms with their private agendas.

A second moment of rethinking the whole situation was  caused by an  insidious though: what if it was not my exhibition but that of a yet unknown modern Rembrandt?

Well this is indeed a bizarre though. To prevent any mistake  I declare that I am not the man to incarnate any Rembrandt at all. And to prove it here is a drawing I made  in 2007, named ‘Joseph telling his dream’ representing the biblical story of Joseph and his brothers:

My drawing does not show how Joseph told his dreams to his father and brothers. Instead we see wiggles representing Feynman diagrams hinting to the underground world of possibilities and incertitude hiding under our seemingly solid classical world represented by Rembrandt classical etching made in 1668.

So, in complete antithesis too my above drawing,  Rembrandt’s famous original etching with the same name (see below) is in terms of virtuosity, empathy for the biblical story and his overall genius in building the psychological portrait etched in the copper plate and the vibrancy of the printed etching –rocketing the sky of what we accept today as the ultimate art canon. Attributes I can not claim for my drawing.

Well his actual universal fame was historically not always the case:

…”Rembrandt is now universally considered one of the greatest painters who ever lived. This was not always the case. In his lifetime he was ranked below the Italians and certainly below his contemporary Rubens. Some considered him to be the greatest Dutch painter, but many would not have accorded him even this lower status.”.. see more on Genius Ingnored

So perhaps I rephrase my insidious tough: What if it was not my exhibition but that of an  alien genius, acting as a modern Rembrandt?  How would we identify him  today in year 2010.   One thing is pretty sure he wouldn’t paint like the 16th century Rembrandt. The curators or critics or the so called connoisseurs, equipped  with their conventional art tools, would look  at him with a blind eye  and consecrate their human Rembrandt according to their no-alien art canon when faced with the emerging of the unfamiliar.

Lets not forget that one of the most praised attribute of his painting was the dazzling blaze of  light  his vision invented trough the use of oil colors. And if so, wouldn’t  the modern alien Rembrandt be fascinated by the actual theory of light: massless photon traveling in spacetime under quantum mechanical rules, and ‘ paint’ with them directly  his new version of the biblical “Joseph telling his dream”?

Well, in a similar vain,  the architectural  imagination of Lebbeus Woods, an experimental architect with an extraordinary drawing mastery, inspired him to think and visualize a Cenotaph  commemorating  A. Einstein as a spaceship  in deep space (reminding me of Artur C. Clarke‘s  novel Rendervous with Rama) , and as he posted on his blog:

“The Einstein Tomb project was created as a memorial to the life and work of Albert Einstein, a symbolic structure in the same spirit as Boullee’s Cenotaph to Isaac Newton. Because the self-effacing Einstein—who transformed physics as much as Newton before him—explicitly stated that after his death he wanted no such memorial as a site of veneration, I designed it to be launched into deep space, traveling on a beam of light, never to be seen in terrestrial space and time. However, owing to the gravity-warped structure of space (which Einstein’s greatest work—his theory of gravitation—described) it would return to Earth in sidereal time, an infinite number of times, or at least until the end of time and space at the death of the universe.”.. see more on his blog.

Einstein’s Tomb.

Source: Lebbeus Woods

The above drawing, representing Einstein’s cenotaph in outer space, is literally light years away from the usual cenotaphs. In the same way  our contemporary art pundits are light years away from the modern unknown Rembrandt, perhaps their next door exhibiting artist.

Mother’s Imprint on the Environment


I remember having read a book by SF author Greg Egan named “Quarantine” where incredible things occur: …

“This mod allows the user to stop being an observer in the sense of quantum mechanics and consequently to “smear”, i.e. to exist in a superposition of different states at the same time and to pick eigenstates of personal preference from the range of possible states, when the personal wave function is collapsed.”….see here.,

This seems a little bit perplexing if meanwhile not feasible, but is actually a good start to no lesser perplexing matters like the following story..

…I always asked myself what is there beyond the things I am witnessing in my everyday life? Or perhaps… am I being witnessed by some dark force, you know those monsters looking at you from the nowhere darkness, for whom I am their everyday life..

Apparently there are such little monsters, they are named photons not looming from the darkness but creating light. They are the true members of the  ‘quantum mechanics’ theory and they look and monitor  me from my birth until my last  breath.

Now what has  this  Film Noir preamble to do with my future exhibition at the Kibbutz Gallery in Tel Aviv?

Well it has. By some metaphorical magic, if  my drawings and prints  are to have a meaning about the emerging  of my mother Gitel into my everyday life and about their emerging before your eyes as visitors in the gallery, then the exhibition “Mother as an Imprint on the Environment” has to point to the underpinning weirdness named decoherence, telling us how such an appearance is made possible with the help of those  little monsters.

To put us in the mood of what these little photon monsters do, I quote from the article  “Decoherence is our ticket out of the quantum world”  published in 1999, see here,  giving the big picture of this emerging in a nutshell :

…” ‘We live in a sea of photons, for example, and interact with some small fraction of them. So the environment is in some sense in a constant process of monitoring objects,’ Zurek said… …’Decoherence provides a menu of allowed states; it’s a selection process that disallows flagrantly quantum states of macroscopic objects,’ Zurek said.”…

W. Zurek one of the most  prominent theoretical physicist is trying to elucidate the weirdness of the  transition from the quantum world to our everyday classical world. He  propose a very captivating view,  where the little quantum monsters  as the mysterious agents of  quantum physics cause our apparent  perception of reality, and  in particular, how and why I perceive my mother Gitel after her ‘transition from the quantum-to-classical world’…a very weird phrase for describing her motherly earthiness..,  for more see here

So if I take his words for granted then my mother, as a macroscopic person (state), cannot be in a quantum state of many possibilities and indeed, without to much surprise, I see her definitely classically as photos and prints in one place and not in a paranoid simultaneous two place position.

….. From here on, with the help of an amnesiac state of mind and  with some extrapolation I imagined and imaged a metaphorical  quantum-to-classical voyage with the benevolent help of the underpinning  decoherence story,  depicting the  transition of my quantum mother to her earthly classical mother form.

So,  the whole thing lives now in about 45  drawings and prints on paper made with inkjet printer, pencils, colors and other accessories..  look at the following pictures as a sample:

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Mother in a flagrant superposition of  two of her possible states,,, reduced to classical pencils paper ocher…prints states.

…. my young mother beyond my everyday life depicted in a sea of  little photon monsters, presumably in one of her possible quantum states  and being monitored by the yellow head until instantly she decohere into a classical definitive state…… reduced to Rives print paper, inkjet colors, monitor pixels as representing the little photon monsters…

…. And finally mother emerge in my classical everyday classical life….Photos, 110 year old, from my mother in Zdunska Wola in Poland. Sepia color, staged in the light of a real gallery in Tel Aviv.

‘Bon Voyage’…