Photographs of kibbutz Yiron’s doors are bisected and assembled at random into images of new unreal doorways – hybrids of fragments.
These images are burnt into aluminum plates and attached to slanting units of red Tiger wood. The accumulating sum of 150 units create a whole – a platform slightly raised off the ground.
The Verge is a signifier of a certain collapse and negligence of the Socialist social ideal, yet concurrently enfolding the desire for its preservation or reconstruction, however ironic, fragmented and unreal it might be.
The Verge is a critical reflection of an absent home with it’s doors’ split verge, a portrait of time present where one lacks a proper ideological path
