“The next day he woke me up at 4:30 in the morning to watch the sun rise over the Sea of Galilee – the most beautiful sunrise in the world, he assured me. We sat on the shore and waited. At five o’clock the sun came up. By 5:15 it was trying to kill me, at 5:30 it succeeded, and I’ve been dead ever since.” – Meir Shalev
It's been years now that I've been walking the hot sand and asphalt of this land. Its never been clear to me where it starts and where it ends, each individual or group chisels its own borders as a belief.
But the heat has other plans, it doesn't discriminate, its hits everyone with its vicious wind, creating its own borders, those that can not be seen, but when approached, felt vividly .
When I was a child, during endless summers, I used to use the sun's beam to burn holes and shapes on to old newspapers. The distance of the magnifying glass from the paper, would determine the size of the halo, the smaller the aperture, the hotter the halo, and within seconds smoke would rise from the overheated paper.
Today my magnifying glass is my camera. In each situation I encountered while creating Sunburn, I searched for the distance from the subject that would create the same intense heat that would burn the narrative into this body of work.