An Israeli artist with a head full of memories. Memories that might come from childhood, confronting the hands of an adult? An art that creates mysterious characters, images of women hiding behind their masks, or objects that have a life of themselves, and some human presence.
This poetic confrontation, of liberty, conducted in default, in each of her sculptures, destabilizing the whiteness of its creation, brings me back to buried things, far from my conscience. All these elements are so strong, but in a way we are induced to observe in a quiet almost disquieting way. It is creating feelings, it seems like the best of signs. For an art that seems to live in a right balance between the extreme and the imagination.