We step into a landscape which is an interior, a hidden space whose walls have been breached, revealing it in all its familiarity and strangeness. The space is inviting, drawing us in with its tactile sensuality, its formal richness, and the interrelations between the various objects within it. As we go in and get closer to the works, however, we are engulfed by a sense of a disaster that has occurred, time that has stood still, and signs of nature and culture that seem to have frozen in one jolting moment.

 

Tal Shoshan explores the traumatic memory embedded in the material and the image that emerges from within it. Using a sculptural language based on textiles and the arts associated with them, manual and industrial alike, she maps the space and time, and the journeys of the inanimate and living bodies within them.

 

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