Sigalit Landau has been scratching the surfaces for over two decades. But the bruises are still open; the pain doesn't seem to ease. She spreads salt crystals on open injuries, blends them in sugar, covers them in papier-mâché, immerses them in the Dead Sea. But their bloody presence is always here.

Landau's work is of a bridge maker.
[Un]consciously looking for new and vital materials to connect the past to the future; the west to the east; the private with the collective; the sub-existential to the Uber-profound; the found objects to the deepest epic narratives and mythologies.