INSTALLATION: 2000 NAILS, OLIVES, BULLETS...
Deconstructed olive tree
The year 2000 AD, the dawn of the new millennium, was viewed with equal parts excitement and trepidation. There were high hopes as well as jitters. All the hype caused me to reflect upon the number: two thousand.
It seemed like a very big number, almost too large to get my head around. I needed to see and feel this number to understand it. I began assembling two thousand units of objects that were in some way related to Israel, where I was living at the time. I wanted to see what two thousand olives looked like, two thousand baby photos or even two thousand grains of sand.
The results surprised me. The creative exercise diminished the number two thousand, making it less overbearing, and more manageable, even intimate. The works were installed in time for the New Year, 2000, in the curated public art space known as the Museum Windows in Ramat Aviv, on the outskirts of Tel Aviv.
It seemed like a very big number, almost too large to get my head around. I needed to see and feel this number to understand it. I began assembling two thousand units of objects that were in some way related to Israel, where I was living at the time. I wanted to see what two thousand olives looked like, two thousand baby photos or even two thousand grains of sand.
The results surprised me. The creative exercise diminished the number two thousand, making it less overbearing, and more manageable, even intimate. The works were installed in time for the New Year, 2000, in the curated public art space known as the Museum Windows in Ramat Aviv, on the outskirts of Tel Aviv.
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