Part of a series I call “Broken Flowers”.Broken Flowers is a kind of research of mine on collecting internal parts because of the situation in Israel. The sadness is deep and so is the frustration. A messianic cult that rules, parasites that don’t work and it’s so upsetting. It seems that the world and the basic codes have changed for the worse. Through the scattered flowers I try to collect and gather within myself like delicate whipped cream that folds into a cake in order not to break.
