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Dry Drowning, 2015-2020

Growing up in Jerusalem, the Dead Sea was  my "backyard". Returning to this familiar place after years of absence was a shocking experience. I found sinkholes instead of beaches, and dryland stretching further and further from the shorelines of my childhood. The rate at which these dramatic changes were taking place was unfathomable. Walking along the new landscape, I felt alone with my grief and sense of loss. 

Thousands of tourists come to the Dead Sea every year, and it seems most of them are completely oblivious to its impending demise. Watching them, they don't seem to share my sense of doom. I watch the painful death of a place where people come to seek health and comfort. Out of this sense of helplessness and solitude, I create images in which subjects are unknowingly taking part in my mourning ritual.

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