Different Landscapes
Asaf Uri
21 Oct — 26 November, 2006
“On the surface there are letters, colors, pale fall leaves, the fatigue of a sweet afternoon, the oily water of lake Kineret. Endless transparent threads of mood, of sound, of tune. The landscape is written in my mother tongue. Its forms and colors either are drawn on paper or painted on canvas are aspiring to reach the perfection of the poem.” (Uri Asaf)
“This is the land the sunset washes, / These are the banks of the Yellow Sea, / Where it rose, or whither it rushes, / These are the western mystery!” From the Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson, The Modern Library of New York.