This series was conceived during my recent Artist in Residence in Palestine, where horizons are endlessly shifting and are never just one straight line. People on both sides of the same horizon share its rolling hills but not the same perspective. The line is identical, yet the interpretations are not. What enters the eye is shared, what happens inside the mind is not.
The blue lines in these works make this visible as some are thin, others heavy, and some fall low, others sit high. The horizon’s shifting position is not only a description of the land, but it also becomes a mirror of interior worlds.
The gold holds these lines in place and does not explain them. Its surface only reflects what is projected onto it. The added elements, whether a ladder, a thread, or a branch, mark the human impulse to reach, to cross, to remain, or to understand something that is, is not equal for everyone.
Perspective is not about the horizon itself. It lies within us.