Noa Raviv

Control Manual

Looking at the things around me, I can’t resist the urge to find patterns and logic.

The black hole is made from lines of text—cut and glued from magazines I kept in my room as a teenager—a medium that not only once allowed me to daydream, but also shaped my unrealistic perception of reality.

The collage next to it is made from a photograph of my younger sister when she was a soldier, doing mandatory service in the Israeli army. Newly drafted girls are sometimes ordered to wear braids during boot camp, their hair thus becoming a visual sign of shame and domination. By splicing her braid and reconstructing it on a piece of paper, the girly hairdo transforms into a pathway, one that talks about control as well as the possibilities of rebellion.