Archival pigment print (25 x 37.5 cm) on Canson drawing paper (43 x 56 cm)
silkscreen printed text behind glass (43 x 56 cm)
Jerusalem, 2018 - 2019
We are no longer quite ourselves. As we step out of the house on a fine evening between four and six, we shed the self our friends know us by and become part of that vast republican army of anonymous trampers, whose society is so agreeable after the solitude of one’s own room.