Narkis Ave' corner of Havatselet St.
In the house I grew up in, porcelain dishes were a particularly fragile status symbol. The relationships in the house were like its sets of dishes, complex but lacking, lled with emotions and silence. Mom looks a er the flowers as if they are her children. She washes them, cuts the stems, nurses the leaves, arranges them beautifully and gives them attention.
I make my own flower arrangements. I photograph the flowers, the dishes, and the sculptures. Separate them, clean the background, photograph, and reprint.
Photographs – Picks
Cuts – Chooses
Connects – Arranges