The Rhinos
Merav Kamel, Halil Balabin, Yoav Efrati
...Huddled in the gallery space, stands are propped up on either side, carrying paper statuettes: figures and divinities, some dancing, some castrated; bodies swaying and distorted, erections. Call them what you will, but to us they are all rhinoceroses.By their very bodies, each of these rhinos tests the limits of permissiveness and interdiction, like harbingers of a reality that Israeli society has been trying to obscure, or by contrast, to endlessly hail. But despite this carnage, despite the clamor of lusting, horror and indulgence, each of these figures, now frozen for good, carries its own fate, arrested in the joy of its own particular, consuming passion; a passion that, washing through their stitched-up bodies, overflows the space where the viewers stand.