A door. In front of it is a drying rack, a refrigerator, a glimpse of a washing machine on the righthand side, an electric wire, a gas cylinder, a lamp, a window. The walls are yellow.

A bed, a curtain, a fence, a road, a sink, a stone, earth, a city, a gate, a moment, sadness, a memory, parting. I am waiting for my turn, for the soft caressing light, watching, anticipating.

The act of photography is the result of moving in space, in the Israeli space, the result of encountering it. Photography is part of me, the part where I run around taking photos of whatever there is, not touching, only sensing, observing. The body of work presented here was created over the last year, a year of movement, incessant movement between places, movement that kept everyday life and me together.

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