The fragile contradiction between discarded materials and immortal ideas powers Israeli artist Ruti de Vries‘ installations, drawings and animations.

Mountains properly recycled reemerge as fire. Clouds that fade today are the hidden wrinkled messages in the plastic bags of tomorrow. Arrows have been fired without hitting the target, but somehow they always found their way back to the moon. A couple of days after their guarantee has expired, Idols will wane in power. Brewing lentils float up to spell the wind’s true name. All yesterday’s parties have a way of turning into Future’s wake. Rode a straw horse into the sunset, never saw my shadow again. A fake flower whispered to me you’d stay, was the whisper fake too?

 

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