We came out of the first lockdown. We were already assembled and eager to dance the journey of the Muses, despite the isolation imperative. Our bodies trembled with anticipation of the first meeting with the audience, who is now (the) hakahaLahakah itself. We found shelter in an exotic greenhouse, slated for demolition, in a garden in Tel Aviv. “See through me”, it whispers, and we answered her call unhesitatingly. Equipped with ancient values, the hakahaLahakah attended to a ritual of grief within the boundaries of the greenhouse. To complete the task, we were assisted by a young greenhouse specialist, cinema artist Jonathan Omer Mizrahi, who helped us reconnect with our romantic and ironic nature. Tapping into the zeitgeist, the dance ritual will pay a dreamy visit to the cinema studio.

We continued onward to a residency in Avital Geva’s Greenhouse in Kibbutz Ein Shemer, the most ready-made-in-Israel place in the history of art. Geva’s Greenhouse isn’t trying to duplicate the world, but rather to shape it. Its desperate, avant-garde gesture helped us deal with our inability to control the climate and the theater of the Anthropocene. In fact, these singular times have opened up a portal through which we sense the transformation that lies within our powerlessness. We are reminded of the paradigm of extinction as we fall into the happiness of existing in a greenhouse whose days are numbered, a greenhouse that governs our utopian fantasy about art. Thus, this Green MUSEum, cultivates our movement toward a multiplicity of experiences – experiences of the crises of nature, art, and the place we call Israel.