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“Although he continued to paint, Modigliani’s health was deteriorating rapidly, and his alcohol-induced blackouts became more frequent.

In 1920, after not hearing from him for several days, his downstairs neighbor checked on the family and found Modigliani in bed delirious and holding onto Hébuterne who was nearly nine months pregnant. They summoned a doctor, but little could be done because Modigliani was dying of the then-incurable disease tubercular meningitis.

Modigliani died on January 24, 1920. There was an enormous funeral, attended by many from the artistic communities in Montmartre and Montparnasse.

Hébuterne was taken to her parents’ home, where, inconsolable, she threw herself out of a fifth-floor window two days after Modigliani’s death, killing herself and her unborn child. Modigliani was interred in Père Lachaise Cemetery. Hébuterne was buried at the Cimetière de Bagneux near Paris, and it was not until 1930 that her embittered family allowed her body to be moved to rest beside Modigliani.

Modigliani died penniless and destitute—managing only one solo exhibition in his life and giving his work away in exchange for meals in restaurants. Since his death his reputation has soared. Nine novels, a play, a documentary and three feature films have been devoted to his life.”

Wikipedia

lazy feelin’

dont cut off the feet of people you like.
I still like the picture.

שם השיר : Mama, You Been On My Mind
מתוך : The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3
גרסה עברית: מותק, את אצלי בראש
מילים ולחן: בוב דילן
תרגום: שלומי שבן

אולי זה הצבע של השמש שדהה
ומכסה את הצומת בו אני עומד
או שאולי זה משהו באוויר או משהו אחר
אבל מותק את אצלי בראש
אני לא מחפש צרות אל תכעסי
אל תדאגי לא אתחנן
ולא אומר שלא אוכל לשכוח
ולא אזחל ולא אבכה ולא אסתיר ממך שכן
מותק את אצלי בראש
אפילו שמוחי הזוי ועולמי סגור וצר
איפה היית לא משנה לי
ולא מציף אותי בצער
גם לא אכפת לי איפה או עם מי תתעוררי מחר
רק שמותק את אצלי בראש
אני לא מבקש ממך לומר מילים כמו כן ולא אנא הביני
אין לי מקום לקרוא לך בוא לבוא
סתם התלחשתי עם עצמי
כאילו אין מי שיגיד לי
מותק את אצלי בראש
אז כשתתעוררי מחר יפה הביטי בראי
ולא אהיה שם לצידך ,לא אהיה קרוב אל תופתעי
רק אהיה סקרן אם את רואה אותך צלול כמו מי
שהיית אצלו בתוך הראש
שהיית אצלו בתוך הראש

early morning,serene.


Lena in the morning. Tonight she leaves to Moscow on family matters for a few days.She packs her bags as I type this.

Today I took a 6 hour photo walk with the very talented Allon Kira who just happens to be a darn nice guy,Moshik and Dvir from d-spot analogue photography forum. Shot several rolls of plus-x,tested the polaris lightmeter.I like it. I met Kobi Wolf in Jaffa ,(who I met at his exhibition about an year ago),and we talked for several minutes.He drooled over my leica. He did not remember my name but remembered the photos I took of him there and thanked me for them.I still feel like an idiot for not asking him to sign his book then. He leaves for Chad in a few days with his canon 1DMk2 which he says he hates but uses for asigments. He wet prints his own prints.

as I sat sadly by her side.

As I sat sadly by her side
At the window, through the glass
She stroked a kitten in her lap
And we watched the world as it fell past
Softly she spoke these words to me
And with brand new eyes, open wide
We pressed our faces to the glass
As I sat sadly by her side

She said, father, mother, sister, brother,
Uncle, aunt, nephew, niece,
Soldier, sailor, physician, labourer,
Actor, scientist, mechanic, priest
Earth and moon and sun and stars
Planets and comets with tails blazing
All are there forever falling
Falling lovely and amazing

Then she smiled and turned to me
And waited for me to reply
Her hair was falling down her shoulders
As I sat sadly by her side

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