Synchronicity | Curator: Yonatan Kaplan | Uri Lifshitzs Building, Tel-Aviv

11.9.25 – 11.10.25

Having been built on sand, Tel Aviv is an arena, from Rome and the Latin harena, meaning sand, sand spread across valley floors of amphitheaters and coliseums, serving such a practical function, drinking crimson pools and various bodily fluids dripping off gladiators, earth to swallow and choke, clot and disperse beyond recognition, among granular particles that glisten beneath heavy shadows of empire.

Sand which with time turned a delineation of space into structures for sport and recreation, metaphoric circles of political activity or debate, zones like the Mediterranean an arena of war with walls that expel sand upon puncture or airstrike. Tel Aviv is a sinkhole, a stadium erupting with a surplus of dust, a sweating orifice in need of a plug, maybe gauze, that textile claimed by syncretic connection to be from around here, well not too far away. Gauze so similar to canvas, fabric arranged and splayed in a grid, born to absorb, skintight mesh stapled up against wooden crossbars, holding back vast waves of pale yellow sand that threaten to bolt from Yishay Hogesta’s paintings.

Paintings and works on paper, vertical structures that overlook wide basins, deep repositories for an accumulated understanding and relationship with material. Hogesta, the Tel Avivian artist, seeks surfaces capable of saturation, strong vessels to amass and organize seesawing associations, formulating work existing beyond specific origins within reality, within the world. Drawn from synchronistic maps, lived theories of coincidence where significance emerges from acausal connection rather than logical sequence, stemming from a dialogue preconditioned by the game of chance, rationality being only one system among others.

Hogesta engineers a distinctly structured mode of creation in order to navigate the unfixed, establishing a coherent perspective pulsating between chaos and complexity, symbiotically shifting with the city of perpetual springtime, building towering arenas atop plains of vexing flatness, falling and landing silently upon sand.