When he passed away last year, Eyal Danieli left behind the drawings and paintings that would become his Late Works, on view at the Elizabeth Harris Gallery until April 6.
Eyal was life itself. We are left here shifting around in a depleted realm (I owe this word to Cora Cohen, who upon hearing Eyal had died, said “the world is depleted”), we flattened, having lost dimensions, dimensions of dynamism, as Eyal drew us out of our flatness, drew us out into fuller being.