Larissa Ordanovska's video: HOW I WAS THERE

I find it hard to write, because I don't want to speak out loud most of the time. I want to hide, but here everything is in full view, and only the sea lulls me and whispers words of hope. The sea is millennial here, like the music. It is equally merciful to all, even to newcomers like me. - you are goy? non hebrew? the good neighbors ask. And it comes to my attention that they just need to turn on the stove to be warm. And it seems like there's already a common word for warmth. But I'm still there, where my body left off. my head is there, and everything else is here. in a beautiful and imaginary country, which many people dream of visiting. - You work as a cleaner, right? -No, I paint. That's funny. to say. I'm always funny and scared. Neither me, nor my paintings here, as well as there no one needs. but nevertheless, the inspiration, as well as the hope does not leave me. it's warm here. and where there should be an end, autumn, cold, here flickers the eternal light of a stubborn hope. i sat on yom kippur and pretended to fast. I was editing a video. it was like a drawing in a sketchbook. I have been saving them up. and this is where they belong. It's time to go get food for the cat, though. and this happy time of silence come to an end.So I tried to visit the country of my dreams. Everybody loves to live here , but when I awake I am thinking again of something real. my digital drawings and videomontage music from album "Arias for Cafarelli" Franco Fagioli UN COR CHE BEN AMA