The exhibition juxtaposes the macabre in Chaya Ruckin’s works with the nightmarish humor in Eran Nave’s works. This is the voice of the “I” that did not choose its name: Chaya (lit.: alive/beast) and Eran (lit.: awake, alert), who will sleep and die here. The resemblance between death and sleepiness conjures up a transparent vitality, from which emerge dark fantasies that invite us into the misanthrope’s dreams. Confusion and lethargy, mazes, masks, humor, anxieties, love, and death, all go into one travel bag.
The gap between my legs, Chaya Ruckin, 2017, photo: Avi Levi