From the Root Museum was established in 2040 to offer the Israeli public an experience of processing national trauma. The museum follows the financial-ecological crisis that engulfed the country in the wake of a critical soil contamination – or in its scientific name, “estranged soil” – caused by planting non-indigenous trees over the last 100 years. Using archive and media footage, stolen archeological findings, prophetic audiovisual spectacles and unreliable testimonies, the museum attempts to unfold the complexity of my relationship with the place in which I was born and raised.
The museum features impressive permanent displays: the tree stump of the cypress that Herzl planted in Mevaseret Zion in 1898, a canned taxidermy of the Capricina mushroom, an ant pen in an “estranged soil” samples taken from the Hula Valley, may it rest in peace, and other surprises.
The 30 min. the tour is by appointment only. The tour takes place in groups of up to 20 people (individual visitors will be attached to groups but will remain lonely forever).
“And now the man without a myth stands there, eternally hungry, in the midst of all past ages, rummaging around and digging as he looks for roots, even if he has to shovel for them in the most remote ancient times.”
Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy
I draw. Report to blacken the page, scoop the thick white, pull a line through it. I stop and strip off the cover of the era, make peace only with the pencils and paper. From the conversation that breaks on the page, I extract the signs that I and the pencil agreed on. The pencil is fast and the hand gallops, wishing to seize the lines of everything that’s wild, ride them to the front of the line, to the beginning. To win first, the love of the wild animals.
The end of capitalism is the wish and belief that things can be better here.
The end of capitalism is a post-apocalyptic hallucination painted with the aesthetics of memory and regeneration.
The end to capitalism is neither utopia nor dystopia.
The end of capitalism is a mental and environmental disorder born from the desire for struggle and change ...
Mycelium is the substrate through which many plants communicate, a system of countless streams of information and minerals. If we pay attention, we can sometimes see in these intersections the emergence of magical spores that hold ancient knowledge.
Humans communicate primarily through electricity and the Internet, the two great mind-altering elements of our time. As I continue to consume my experiences in the earthly world, looking at these human mycelium nodes I see manifestations of chaos and attempts at control, freedom and suffering, death and life. Mycelium passes under the radar, forgotten by the hand that fed it, allowing something new to grow.
I took ancient human technology of weaving and tried to apply it to our communications junk today. This is an invitation to stay in the hybrid nature that we are rapidly approaching, an invitation to sit under a tree and watch the light coming through the leaves, look down at the mycelium and watch the magic of fungi, look at the human mycelium and the great rhizome of ideas that affects us all.
For a lifetime, I have been trying to stop capitalism. There you go, this is my little disorder.