Stairwell, Tel Aviv, Israel Pillow

There is something eerie about shared stairwells, paradoxically familiar and alien. There is symbolism too, of ascent, windows with tantalizing glimpses of sky. I linger, alone with my breathing and my thoughts. From behind closed doors comes the sound of a voice in Hebrew, somewhere from Jerusalem perhaps, echoey, announcing ominous developments on the border. From another comes the bitter-sweet notes of the piano, from another place decades away. I smell food, fried onion perhaps, and freshly roasted coffee. I wanted to capture the scene. The work includes small elements of collage, and makes a wonderful addition to any collection.