In my mind she is still slamming the small kitchen window to protect me from the wind, that mystical gust of intensity and darkness that wandered in our wake the 20 thousands kilometers separating Kiev and the Kiryat Yam Absorption Center.
I was a fatherless girl and I wanted to know everything. The absence pulsated in our lives like a second heart, a constant persistent presence of abandonment and longing.
Photography helps me to re-formulate my personal history and defined a territory for myself, even seize ownership over it. All these are subject to Israeli signifiers and the camera's ability to act as a machine that generates moments.