Works

My works tends to centre round the relationship I have with my country , belonging / not belonging and with resistance via disruption. My work is political but always comes directly from a very personal point of view. I do not direct my focus on subjects or causes that I am not immersed in. I am Israeli. The personal happens to also be political. The connection I have is with my land, the disconnect is with my country. The connection with my land has lead to working mostly in terracotta. The affinity I have with it begins as a reference to my childhood landscape as it is a direct expression of ‘place’.

Closed Vessel 

Not All Days Are Equal

I wanted to gift the river light. Taking a page from Yagi Kazuo, I attached miniature pots thrown off the hump to a thrown doughnut. Instead of a traditional Hanukkia where each of the eight candles have to be equal and awarded the same reverence, I made many candles representing many kinds of days. Some good some, completely dysfunctional.

1 A hand built large water jug that was sealed, rendering it useless, talked of the pain of being unable to enter Israel and see my family during Covid, but also of how the politics of my country made it impossible for me to ever settle there again, closing it off from me.

Sky Seat 

A bench that you can only lay on so that when you are missing loved ones, you are reminded that we are all under the same sky. The seat was made from tessellated forms that symbolise how we are formed by our connections with people around us.

Ego indigena sed non pertinet 

I am native yet I do not belong

A wild boar emerging from a scenery depicting my childhood landscape. My non conformity turned me into a disruptor. By refusing to adhere to convention we become rebels.

75

A Way Through 

75 was thrown in sections and assembled as a whole ‘prefect’ form. A sealed jug. Israel is a country collapsing under the contradictions of not being able to live up to its own ideals. To represent the pressure cooker Israel is, once assembled, the vessel was then manipulated, distorted and disrupted until it lost its integrity. Something I still hope my country will not do. The shattered fired pieces were then reassembled to create a new distorted form. A dystopian aftermath. The work sits on a lit plinth displaying STRONG WORDS. Our cries of pain. Our chants of peaceful protest. Our disruption.

I struggled deeply with separating my personal pain from the subject of the work. In the end, looking for hope and joy I made a work about finding the light through the darkness.

Strong Words 

The Strong Words are the repetitive chants we shouted without pause for 9 hours on Friday “welcoming” Netanyahu to London and for 5 hours the following day as we created a blockade around the Savoy hotel where he was staying. I wrote them down because for days after, I could not think nor write anything else.