PARATEXT

Solo Exhibition | 2025

Dedication

I dedicate this work to all who disappear, then return, and disappear again.
To all who know by heart the detailed shape of southern clouds at dawn,
the number of creases on the back of their left hand,
and the exact hue of oil stains
on the living room table.

To those who have been forgotten, and had no one left to testify they existed.
To those who learned and memorized
a new language,
who forgot an old one,
who forgot how to speak in past tense,
who forgot how to say in English the words “uprising,” “yearning,” or “a wrench.”


I want to replace these forgotten words with small insects I found in the forest,
with a Russian folk melody,
or with other words like “wax,” “שמש,”
Violeta Parra,” “the number 13.”


☽ ☾

Curated by Mor Efrony
as part of the Mørkt Gjestebud series,
at the wonderful bookshop
Cappelens Forslag.
(Bernt Ankers gate 4B, 0183 Oslo)

Video & Photos : Gal Amoyal

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