habitat

I wander through the streets of Jerusalem, garbage lying on every corner. Bags full of residual waste. Things that became garbage the moment they were dumped here. I pass a beautiful wooden cupboard that decays because of the rain, parked in front of a house made of white stone. It's too heavy. Bags full of clothes propped up next to the dumpster tempt me to rummage. So many things I don't have and others don't want. I don't understand how it can be so easy for people to leave their stuff behind? We mindlessly create enormous amounts of stuff. Just as thoughtlessly, we get rid of them. I wander around looking for some furniture for my empty room. A white cube with a tiled floor. I've left home for a time, the furnished shell of my student room. I need to create a safe place. I walk, I observe, I feel different materials, colours, shapes. The decomposition, the composition. Sculptures shaped by light and set in motion by wind. I am imaginatively collecting material on an sd card. I adore this new cultural landscape. Like a puzzle, I'm piecing together new spaces. I'm creating a fictional habitat to lay my head in. My habitat.