Extended biography

Aaron Keydar: riddles in the form of sculpture


It was the fourth day of the Six Day War (5-10 June 1967) in Jerusalem and the Israeli soldier Keydar Aaron saw nothing black and red scarves. There were no Jordanians in meters separating the group of the Kotel (Wailing Wall). The road was easy, but could not advance without first evacuating a wounded Keydar of Kita. Suddenly, the Israeli side resounded an engine. Salvation appeared, approached the jeep would be a rapid transport for the wounded. But the commanding officer, a rabbi, he refused to go to the hospital. He had another mission: to reach the Kotel and make a Jewish prayer for the first time since 1948. Aaron could still hear the historic Keydar jeep away as he watched his friend’s blood. Another religious life was marked Keydar. The father, an emigre who came to Libya rabbi, subjected to a rigid education to a child, aged twelve, lost her mother. Keydar Aaron, the youngest of eight children, fleeing the oppression of the wandering father Tel Aviv. It was a street kid prank and mischief, came the call from the police to the family Keydar. Nothing irreparable, theft of fruit, but enough so that one of his brothers grasped that the future of the small Aaron did not go through the rabbi’s religious training.

At 14 he was sent to Kibbutz Yad Mordechai, where he learned to live by giving all that possible and getting just enough. Studying in the morning and afternoon working at over 200 head. At night, he slept with other boys and girls in a house, apart from the elderly, following the theories of coexistence of the Mossad Hinuchi. Without private property, no salary, but with dreams. If the time came, they aspired to live up to the adults who resisted heroically during the battle Kibbutz Yad Morchedai, in the War of Independence in 1948. There was no girl in the kibbutz resign at 18 to enlist in the elite corps of Tsahal. In the case of Aaron were Tzanjanim, the paratroopers. But after Israel’s victory, peace was sacked. The conquered territories, far from serving to reach an agreement with the Arabs, fell into the hands of the powerful among the victors.Sharm El Sheik, grew from a small enclave in the desert to a town on vacation. For West Bank, were rubbing their hands builders. The war was won for the Israelis. What Israelis? For me, it says Keydar. Lived through the war without living but when finished, he locked himself in his apartment in Tel Aviv three consecutive months. This time not recall having suffered insomnia or remorse. Nor have joined the cheering, nor have felt pride in the flags hanging on the streets. Since the end of the war, failed to bind its own history, the ideals acquired in the kibbutz, with the results of the struggle in Jerusalem. I did not understand the enrichment and funerals born to a single action, let alone that he had taken sides in this. He realized that a man is truly a man if not misled, if not made to feel stupid. Made a decision. London. For any given night he was in London, but it was Christmas Eve 1969. Aaron’s eyes frightened the waiters who saw him enter. His eyes still shine psychotropic issued. His clothes were marked dirty to get dirty as a traveler of LSD floating through Hampstead Heath, a London park that combines waves of grass with trees speakers. He dined starter, main and dessert on the table as instructed, away from other customers. He paid good tip and leaving the waiter’s expression became so deluded as his. Everything was going well. He earned a lot of money in the architectural firm where he worked. And then there was London, which London. At the end of the sixties was a vibrant, free, which are expanded at the same time a lot of revolutions. Sexual, peace, morals, music. Keydar was mounted in the hippie wave and surfed on it until he reached the shore. A bank of fine sand, clear waters and breath of thyme. No tar, without aspirin. In silence. Keydar had discovered, in the western Mediterranean, the Eden. And are supposed expulsion from paradise, but not dropouts. The island had a phone but chose to send a telegram imaginative about a disease that would keep away from the architectural firm for a while. Only travel to England to collect his things. It was 1971 and the landscape since then has been to Formentera. South of Formentera, January 2010. It recognizes the Israeli house of the old Mercedes. At the door, a web of fabrics and plastics. It is his workshop, which protects from the weather a crown of six feet in diameter holes as a Gruyere. Wood that when touched, gives the idea of haunting hours polishing. A sculpture is to Keydar two to six months of work. But with several conditions. There is no deadline, or dealer to be content, not critical to be bribed. Neither fixed incomes.Only search logs respectable and negotiate your purchase with the farmers. Without much explanation, everyone knows that the raw material of a work of art is more expensive than wood. So it is in winter sunlight hours and cool in summer. Keydar rescues the life of the dead trees. Poke the wood without hurting her, part of the process by which fragments of juniper, olive, juniper and almond, show their humanity.His relationship with this material was born more than 30 years, after a spree at the legendary Fonda Pepe, the epicenter of travelers, chimeric and Vietnam deserters who roamed the island. Returning home, the youth stole a stump of the entrance of a restaurant. Adding legs would be a great wooden table. But the legs would not support such a weight: the trunk fell and broke. The hours and the silence of the island, which combined made a buzz too dry, did the rest. An impulse, Keydar plunged into the stump with what I had on hand, a hammer, a knife. Got more tools and worked with different sized chisels, gouges, mace and then sanded and polished until exhaustion.And in the wood, there was a face. It was his first sculpture. In 1989, when he learned he would be father, he received another unexpected news. For the main church of Formentera, the diocese entrusted to him, a Jew, the representation of Jesus on the cross. He accepted, was a challenge: sculpting, had always been guided by the forms of wood but now it should take exactly where he wanted. There could be abstract forms. He set to work and he, who came from a culture that does not represent their god, began to feel weight on your hands. Hands should shape the most, to the divine.Not that he was a believer, had had enough with a rabbi father. But since childhood he had not faced god, even if the god of the others. I was afraid, I worked with fear. When he began to have “something”, the olive piece broke in two and a curse. Started again.He worked the trunk for hours, then walked away, looked at him and wondered if there was anything there. Keydar was used to raise the same question and the wood was never disappointed with his answers. But now it was their own judgment and the respondent did not answer. He called the priest of the island to oversee their progress.But Father Toni shrank again and again. He had to give the nod and was as terrified as Keydar. Finally, both lived the moment in the workshop. Toni’s father served. The sculptor holds the garnet sheet that covers Jesus Christ. It uncovers a stretch, as would a magician. The priest fixed his gaze on the body of Christ and Aaron in the face of the priest. Finally, the chaplain removed gesture and made a smile. In Keydar emanates a relief that will feed up to end the final nail in Jesus Christ. One day in December 1989 with her newborn son in her arms, sitting on the bench that the Mayor and after the Civil Guard, attended, the church of Sant Francesc, the consecration ceremony of the sculpture. Inside, he lived his own consecration. They were fat years, seven as in the Bible. In 1996 he was accused of drug trafficking. Instead of friends found their buyers back and disappeared. Newspapers no longer published photographs of his sculpture in the hands of Juan Carlos de Borbon. Now his name appeared in the crime news. The prison was in a shock but not the sound of your radio connected all day silent the silence around him. And as it did at other times, Keydar left. But this time it was up to no wave. Buki welcomed him, an old friend from London, now living in Tel Aviv. Buki and Aaron would be with his family until he was hired. He was 53 years, took a year to find a job as a carpenter. Later, Buki tell that during those months, Aaron feared a fatal decision to take his own life. The work was in the hostel at kilometer 101 of the road connecting Jerusalem with the southern Eilat. In the desert of Negev. With temperatures up to 50 degrees, Aaron arranging furniture in exchange for a roof and a plate, a little more. Over the months, brought out some artistic flare repairs. It was very well received by the boss put a shop and sold the pieces of Aaron to tourists. He began to feel someone again. After two years he returned home again, Formentera. Today, 66, lives alone in the country home he could re-rent. Subminister continues without electricity but now looks more solar panels on the roof. Aaron Keydar, Sephardic Jews, who began his journey from across the Mediterranean, to return to the land of their ancestors. By which the Rolling Stones played sixty, which have been sincere caresses sculptures in Germany, Italy and the United States. He has been in the war, in prison and had a son. He passed for motherless son of a rabbi, rancher, soldier, bohemian, architect and carpenter before becoming a sculptor. A life like a stump that is broken several times, but never to break. Fighting rain, axes and salt. And it becomes a tree that guides the chisels of various sizes, club and Dogfish, to show his humanity. A riddle in the form of sculpture.