Sculpture
by Nubuya Yamaguchi, burned on 2005
Photo by Yair Gil |
| Sculpture
by Dror Karta, burned on 2004 |
Sculpture
by Dror Karta, burned on 2004
Photo by Yair Gil |
| Sculpture
by Dror Karta, burned on 2004 |
| Golden
Calf 2007, Sculpture by Orsula and Friends |
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He
does it again, and the crowd shouts out, “Good for
you, Moses!” and soon the multitude joins in, hitting
the statue, smashing it to smithereens, then lighting it
on fire. The statue is being consumed, and with it the memory
of the great sin. Once again the drums begin, a line of
people forming up to dance around the burning calf.
This is the Golden Calf Festival at Ein Hod. Artists of
the village have labored long and hard to sculpt the golden
calf, over a meter and half in length, anatomically correct
so as to leave no doubt that it is a well endowed young
bull and not a cow, shiny with its skin of golden paint.
Now it is the last day of Passover, late afternoon, and
the time come has come to destroy it. A procession that
wound through the narrow streets of the village has finally
borne the statue into the amphitheater, filled with hundreds
of people -- members and visitors who have gathered to see
the sight.
A modicum of liquid refreshment is also available -- to
make the people happy in their freedom. Because Passover
is the festival of freedom! Ein Hod is celebrating! It is
spring and we are happy at the end of the holiday. For nearly
a decade Ein Hod Artists’ Village has enjoyed this
festival – irreverent, good natured, a good way to
celebrate the end of winter, the conclusion of Passover.
Of course, there have been voices raised against the festival.
How could it be otherwise? If there is fun there must be
controversy associated with it. An article in the religious
press labeled the celebration a shame and a pagan rite.
They questioned our Jewishness. But they didn’t understand
us. They didn’t understand that we were celebrating
the heady feeling of being free, here in Ein Hod, in Israel,
and that we will smash the golden calf in any way that we
like.
Now the sun is setting. Passover is coming to an end. At
one side of the amphitheater a “taboun” is being
fired up – an apparatus that looks like a huge overturned
wok upon which pita is baked. We have asked our neighbors
from the Arab village of Fureidis to help us in the baking
of the bread as night falls and the holiday ends. People
line up at the taboun to get a piece of the piping hot pita,
sprinkled with olive oil and zatar (hyssop). In the background
the drums are still pounding and the dancing continues.
The carousing will go on into the night. No golden calf
is going to keep us from having a good time.
-- Robert Nechin
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