Ehud Grably's Birth Passage (1981)

On the 13th day of the Tenth month, Nineteen Sixty One, at Eleven Thirty at night,

I emerged out of a woman's womb.

The air surrounding me was cold and salty, misty. 

A dim yellow light came through the lashes of my eyes and into my soul, wrapping itself around the veins in my brain.

The light that touched my moist, virgin skin, was filled with remnants of my desperate struggle, Dripping the water of life, passed shivers through me, and soft tremors filled with excitement.

Ehud Grably was kidnapped by humanity from his divine sanctuary, from his womb, and since, I do not recall myself, because since then I create.

The time of my first years on this earth, up until my fourteenth year, is still “not to be published,” still classified.

I call the thought processes in which I operate an extremely ultra violet process. I create when viruses penetrate my brain, which cause artistic diseases, a short circuit in the streams of my thought and the activation of a masochist mechanism, which is a condition for creating.

I transfer my visual ideas onto an acceptable medium. My brain is the playwright, I am the actor, and the medium is the stage.

My entire body aches for those ultra violet moments of cosmic transcendence. I am living the dream, and dreaming reality.

Ehud Grably (1981)