Gedi Sibony


When sleight of hand is done with humor I'm drawn to the magician. Light heart and quick eyes, dexterity and timing—it's the appeal of anxiety, tempting the spirits in the dark-back rooms left alone over the years. This particular room is a complicated one, enduring endless adjustments, sliding toward water through generations. My urge is to freeze certain things, generally before they are realized, probably for no reason other than the fear of their being lost forever. And I like to make things that tempt their own fate, to trap their tension, and to insist the world accommodate them.