Sunday Showcase

No. 11 - Sivan Lavie

This week, we are thrilled to present one poem and three visual artworks by Sivan Lavie. Sivan’s poetry is packed with imagery and unexpected metaphors, injecting both curiosity and humor into spiritual subject matter. With an emphasis on bright colors and geometric shapes, Sivan’s artwork triggers a nostalgia for childhood, and the pure sense of naivety inherent in it. 

About the artist:

SIVAN LAVIE (b. 1992) is a visual artist and poet based in Israel, who grew up in Switzerland and the UK. Sivan is interested in color, abstraction, spirituality, the body, love, the power of words and meditation. She believes we are here to heal and feel the big colorful moving weirdness of the universe. Sivan obtained a BSc in Psychology, an MSc in Art and Science at Central Saint Martins, and an MFA in Fine Art in Bezalel. She has had solo shows in Gepaeckausgabe in Switzerland, in Magasin III Jaffa Bookstore, The Central Bus Station Tel Aviv, The Red House, and in London at Mallord’s. She performed poetic lectures and readings at The Hebrew University, Gepaeckausgabe, Alfred Gallery,The Zimmer, and online with Cuneiform Press and Homecooking. She’s self published an affirmation sticker book and a self-help spiritual guide. She’s published poetry with Keith LLC, Care Where Zine and Beepy Bella’s Fairytale book.

Alongside the magazine, Sunday Showcase provides additional opportunities for emerging artists and writers to share their work and gain exposure. There are no themes or deadlines, simply email us your best work for a chance to get featured across all of our channels. We accept writing of any genre and visual art of all mediums.

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God sits under my thumb & Waits.

By Sivan Lavie

He sits there while the storms come & pass
He sits there, squatting in the shade
Sitting inside eyes of strangers and
Dreamers and drawers of bathrooms
God sits under cotton balls
And in the shadow of big fig trees
And laughs between the rustling leaves
God stirs slow,
Soft porridge in your heart
And moves the peaks of time
Forever sideways
Stretching you out like a dough
Elastic armed monkey that you are
Standing still
Standing right right here
Dead center,
And yet forever and ever expanding,
Into the salt &pepper dance of the universe.

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