[ 2024 ]
"Embroidery" Periscope Gallery, Tel Aviv, Israel
CURATED BY
Hadar Marom
LOCATION
Periscope Gallery, Tel Aviv, Israel
MATERIALS
Mud crust & thread
TECHNIQUE
Drilling manually & sawing
PHOTOGRAPHER
In "Holding the Flood," a woman becomes the conduit between the earth and her soul, utilizing red cotton threads to sew the landscape together. The act of embroidering takes on a ritualistic quality as she employs a simple and primal cross stitch, reminiscent of ancient crafts and the timeless connection between human hands and nature's elements.
Through each twisting motion of the needle, a cut is made, symbolizing the delicate balance between humanity's urge to connect with and control the land. The thread acts as connective tissue, akin to fusing bones or piecing together the fragmented remnants of broken pottery, embodying the desire to mend and restore what has been fractured.
As I sew the pieces of land with red thread, contemplation ensues on the complexities of borders, territories, and the human impulse to possess and control. These thoughts weave through my creative process, highlighting the human longing to claim land as one's own, and the consequences of such possessiveness. The red thread serves as a metaphor for the intricate networks of geopolitical boundaries and human divisions that intersect the landscape.
The piercing of the soil with a needle and droplets of water reinforces the delicate, ephemeral nature of our efforts to control the earth. Each stitch is a slow and arduous process, mirroring the Sisyphean struggle against the inevitability of change and decay. Just as the land slips away despite our attempts to hold onto it, the structure of the embroidery weakens with each new addition, revealing the fragility of our grasp on the world.
In "Holding the Flood," I explore the paradoxical desire to connect with and possess the land while acknowledging the impermanence of our efforts. Through the meditative act of embroidery, I seek to reconnect my soul to the earth, recognizing that the tighter we cling to the land, the more it crumbles and slips through our fingers. In this tension between creation and decay, I find a reflection of the human condition and the complex relationship we share with the world around us.
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