:: Shalom Gorewitz - Video Artist ::

After the Storm

After the Storm begins with images of an old woman sitting by herself, horses pounding turf, a helicopter taking off, Beo introduces theme, this time as the voice of an artist. Spanish soundtrack taken from a book of ancient Peruvian erotic poetry with English subtitles while a dancer (Peggy Kay) moves through a volcanic field of burned and fragmented stone. A rainbow, Japanese love song on the radio, moments of peace, but then the deluge. Everything is flooded. A woman with an Italian accent reads a passage from James Merrill's epic poem Mirabell, a section which he claims was channeled by a medium to him. The flood is more peaceful, a cave, light at the end of the tunnel, suddently in Morocco, in a market, faceless people in robes, Jews at the wall when it was still for wailing, archival footage of Israel's war for independence.In High Atlas mountains, syncopated repetitions and loops that progress incrementally of people and animals in landscape. A popular woman singer on tv driving now through Bronx, listening to Arabic music on the radio, I remember how much I loved being there, that as much as being in Israel, I felt most connected to my Jewish, or Hebraic roots while travelling in Morocco. The drawn, animated, and video processed footage is an attempt to convey those connections visually. Back in the corporate realities of Houston, remembering how she begged him not to leave, all he can do is remember. The two voices are heard in brief exchange, he talks about his life, state of mind. The screen is black, briefly flared with lightning and the tape rewinds.


	After the Storm After the Storm begins with images of an old woman sitting by herself, horses pounding turf, a helicopter taking off, Beo introduces theme, this time as the voice of an artist. Spanish soundtrack taken from a book of ancient Peruvian erotic poetry with English subtitles while a dancer (Peggy Kay) moves through a volcanic field of burned and fragmented stone. A rainbow, Japanese love song on the radio, moments of peace, but then the deluge. Everything is flooded. A woman with an Italian accent reads a passage from James Merrill's epic poem Mirabell, a section which he claims was channeled by a medium to him. The flood is more peaceful, a cave, light at the end of the tunnel, suddently in Morocco, in a market, faceless people in robes, Jews at the wall when it was still for wailing, archival footage of Israel's war for independence.In High Atlas mountains, syncopated repetitions and loops that progress incrementally of people and animals in landscape. A popular woman singer on tv driving now through Bronx, listening to Arabic music on the radio, I remember how much I loved being there, that as much as being in Israel, I felt most connected to my Jewish, or Hebraic roots while travelling in Morocco. The drawn, animated, and video processed footage is an attempt to convey those connections visually. Back in the corporate realities of Houston, remembering how she begged him not to leave, all he can do is remember. The two voices are heard in brief exchange, he talks about his life, state of mind. The screen is black, briefly flared with lightning and the tape rewinds.
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