“And when we look in through the windows, all we see are shadows. And when we try and listen, all we hear is a whispering. And we cannot understand the whispering, because our minds have been invaded by a war. A war that we have both won and lost. The very worst sort of war. A war that captures dreams and re-dreams them. A war that has made us adore our conquerors and despise ourselves.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of small things.
Self Portraits, Extraction Point, Photography and Video Installation, Group Exhibition 2012, Beit Ha-Gefen, Haifa.