Bernath Beatrice's Art represents a blatant and loud talking, declares its presence as a social and personal truth, not for decoration value, and was reflected in recent years in Israel and galleries overseas, particularly in Berlin, as called SOCIAL ART and sometimes INHOSPITABLE ART. This Art raises social and personal pain, the right to be different, to love who they want, the urban loneliness and so, it is uncomfortable to talk about, but, it turns out, that most artists are tired to hide important issues and use art to point them out, and young people identify with this clean direct art, that speaks for them. Beatrice Bernath about her art: frying schnitzels - lazy housewife, artist who no longer has the patience to cook complicated dishes. I twist in my head different methods for the public presentation of my written words - I was told it'll be open scene - I say it'll be action for sure, more cliché than that is not possible: the housewife turned poet with artistic desires planning the world's "Existential Nonsenses breaking in public fragments of her inner life. Today I feel your awareness in my melodrama "Utopia my love" you are an universal mockery of my theater and a less gentle picture waiting for that evil Godot who is never coming because he is already in my bed. "My Decameron" was born deep in me and it can be you again and again, they are all versions of that strange stranger that tried to enter my life. I will speak my verse eye to eye with the audience I will do it with a bow for you to know: it's a show. In "Nude" I present on the tray a naked soul. What is the value from a literary and deepness point of view if I touch only a single string from the audience? who cut the hair from your nose, who does she dream about when she washes your underwear named childishly shpile-hose will you recognize my wicked smile in my sarcastic poems? Life is an everyday's kitsch but poetry with the moon stars and my tears- they are the Utopia of my refuge. And who will draw the line who has the right of the delimitation among the hilarious reality observed by the subconscious that screams shit and loves silly falling ghowkly between the lines? Although I'm afraid of being exposed, I provoke the public bravely, I read my obsolete thoughts endlessly with immeasurable thirst of love, my upsets disguised in a sarcastic parody are talking to "a Fish on the plate" and I will be face to face with you, anonymously but intimate from my two-sided mirror.weiterlesen