Haim Sokol works with material that has lost memory. He transmutes into metal ancient scrolls, folding planes from iron, as though this were not iron but raher, pages from a school notebook; writing and bundling up rusty letters. Sokol drows on rusting metal plates faces that are not the fruit of his fantasy; rather, they have been copied from somewhere/ This pictures have few prospects of preservation in their renewd form; the memory of metal is no more lasting or trustworhy than human memory, but the process of disintagration can be seen in all its beauty.

Faina Balakhovskaya
Time Out, Moscow