We examined walls in their literal form and in their figurative form. We discussed how walls shut things out and secured things in. Walls can protect and they can divide. As part of the exercise, Orly hid many small slivers of paper in the artwork on her walls. She asked us to go and find a piece of paper and told us that on this folded up note, there would be a message for us.
I believe that the world is made up of energy and vibrations. Sometimes you encounter people, and for whatever reason, you immediately feel their vibration very deeply. You can sense a buzz that is nearly deafening. That is how I feel about Orly Avineri.
Orly is originally from Israel and she’s a powerful force of art and life. Her slight accent and her unique way of emphasizing certain syllables when she talks, somehow makes everything she says that much more compelling. When she talks, I make sure I’m listening.
So with the assumption that there are no accidents, she knew that the message we each found on her wall would be the right message for us in that moment.
This was my message:
If there is a hard, high wall and an egg that breaks against it, no matter how right the wall or how wrong the egg, I will stand on the side of the egg. Why? Because each of us is an egg, a unique soul enclosed in a fragile egg. Each of us is confronting a high wall. ~Jerusalem Prize acceptance speech, Jerusalem Post
There was more to it but this was the part that moved me to tears. It was powerful for me because more often than I’d like to admit, I am that egg. Fragile and confronting walls. Pretending to be strong. Living in a bizarre middle ground of oblivion. Capable yet fearful. Certain yet doubtful. Unable to always be truly authentic.
Life and art are the same. We express ourselves. We need someone to listen. We have so much to say but fear delivering the true message. I plan, I think, I over-think… in my life and in my art. There is an authentic woman who is there. She is me. A unique soul in a fragile egg. Not many know her completely. She lets you see the presentable parts, putting walls around the insecurities and the imperfections. But she’s there. Begging for understanding. Making art because it’s how she communicates. It’s how she can be authentic.
She is me.