Sheana and Moché Kohen
Among these people, sir, there is Existentialism? A meeting
pictorial seals a destiny. Moché Kohen admits being struck
down by the portraits expressionists of Egon Schiele, both by
laying bare the tormented psyche of models, their poses unusual
even theatrical; as the nerve of the bill? Viennese artist.
Prime drum roll inside, Bam Bam Bam on beating heart, the temples
that buzz, that within has song accompanied by voices, they
argue barefoot in the dust, determined to extirpate them to
become matter. Bam Bam Bam for Moché Kohen the night
is right. It opens all possibilities, dissipates consciousness.
With its complicity feel the urge to strip the tinsels, the
urge to give in to the abyss of space enclosed canvas, canvas
became a receptacle for the silent cries, whispers accomplices,
small inner voice, melodious d terror or dissonant delight emanates
from him has compelling force, that nothing away from his will.
More than one vocation, it is the exaltation of the painter
to release his family’s ghosts, brothers, sisters, clown
clan of clones.
Beatrice Duhamel Houplain