Inbar Alima

In this sculptural installation, I explore relationships of power, movement, and paralysis. Through encounters between matter and matter, between material and body, I engage with questions of control and restraint, examining the dynamics between the dominant and the dominated: the one who imposes desire, and the one who yields, immobilized.

The sun went strolling in the sky

When suddenly a cloud came by.

It was noon –

And darkness fell upon the garden.

A terrible shadow.

A crocodile’s gobbled the sun!

 

Listen here, you ugly crook

Give us back the sun you took

 

But all the rascal did was laugh

Till he almost split in half.

“Get away, you big baboon,

Or I’ll gobble up the moon!”

 

And the crocodile

Soon forgot his smile

And he yelled in fright

With all his might

 

From his jaw

From his maw

The sun flew high

Till it reached the sky,

And it bright light fell

Over hill and dell.

“Welcome, welcome, golden sun!

Gladly shouted everyone.

________

So I remained, crawling,

immersed in a longing that found no relief,

across a concrete ground.

Adapted from the classic children’s poem The Stolen Sun (Kradenoye Solntse) by Korney Chukovsky. Translated from the Russian by Dorian Rottenberg, Raduga Publishers, Moscow, 1965

Thank you to my family for their unconditional love and support.

Thank you to my teachers, who have guided me into the world of art over the past few years.

Thank you to Dor Zlekha Levy, Head of the Art Department, for his endless dedication and belief in me. Thank you to Tali Ben-Nun, who patiently and meticulously helped me unravel and reconnect threads. Thank you to Miriam Naeh, who was an integral part of this process. Thank you to Yarden Colsey.