2021b
Exhibited at The School of Visual Theater, FINALE (Graduation FInal Project)
plywood, pure linen, paper pile, book, a room
I created a room with the intention of reckoning with the Hebrew language. Publicly, there is no other point. At its center, I placed the object in which, over four years, I distilled my relationship with Hebrew. The possibilities of invention and expression within it. A long vise of love and anger. A poem, a debut book.
This is how I quietly invited the reader to come and place their body on one of three benches I built, so they could unite with it, not necessarily alone. At the entrance to the room, I hung two wide cotton wings. Shrouds, hanging, balanced. And the reader came and passed through them.
The room was open for six days, almost a shiva, days of mourning and joy. I could watch those who responded to the invitation. After all, I left myself a peephole. Thus the appearance was reversed.
Thank you Esther Peled, Menahem Goldenberg, Maya Avin, Dror Hibsh