Borders are human constructs—drawn lines that nature neither acknowledges nor obeys. The sky stretches endlessly on both sides of a fence, and the wind flows freely through it. This body of work explores narratives of absence and rupture—the fractures and divisions that define our political landscape. At its heart, nestled within the Gaza envelope, is Kibbutz Ein HaShlosha, a place both extraordinary and ordinary, marked by contrast: tranquil yet under threat, isolated yet steadfast, wounded yet unyielding. Through this work, I examine the tension between what confines us and what refuses to be contained.

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