one of us

Alicia Shahaf’s work composed of still photographs that follow in succession once upon another, using the unraveled ends of childhood memories to embroider delicate symbolic an poetic gestures: childhood games framed and photographed from a distance; a stain of ink spreading across a white sheet of paper; the artist’s forcefully imposed Hebrew name, “Aliza” is spelled out in children’s sign language with grown-up fingers

My attitude towards immigration, says Shahaf, “is far from conventional or ‘accepted’ attitudes. I do not feel victimized or angry, not am I filled with deep, passionate Zionist ideals. Rather, I am interested in simply observing the girl I once was, who has become a woman who still knows how to play – in two languages

Leah Abir and Orit Bulgaru

Displacements, December 2007

MOBY: Museums of Bat Yam