Open Borders
When I touch the land, I feel the softness. When I watch the landscape, I feel emptiness. When the rain touches the land, it becomes tough, and behave salinity, floods create and modify my endless landscape. The landscape feels open, but something stopped my footsteps. (Loess is silt sediment, which formed by the accumulation of wind-blown dust.) This series taken on the last six years when I drove along the Israel-Jordan border were the farming communities, and the silence of the picturesque landscapes fascinate me – on the one hand, softness and quiet on the other hand stiff. This route …