Pareidolia
Roy Brand
Did you know that we can see a face in a tree trunk? Did you know that on dark nights we can see animal shapes in the constellations of stars? Do these things exist? And when we hallucinate or daydream, once again we see faces, animals, and apparitions of the dead. In days gone by, when consciousness moved freely on the spectrum between wakefulness and dreaming and hallucination, the realm of the visible also contained imaginary sights whose significance was unquestioned. But even today, there is always something that is visible, but not clearly perceived – becoming, the moment of birth or death, life itself. The Greeks had a name for it: pareidolia – “beyond form” or “beside the form” – the human tendency to see a shape, or read a meaning, in amorphous phenomena.
The term is from the Greek παραειδωλια – παρά (pará) meaning “beyond” or “beside,” and εἴδωλον (eídōlon), meaning “image, form, shape.” Like paranoia (seeing intent in everything), pareidolia is a state of seeing a form of some kind in everything, and is part of our miraculous abilities as human beings to see things in things. This cave wall, with this patch on it, and the special shape of its curvature, together produce a living image. I see it, and if I were only to point it out to you – perhaps with the help of a small line or a dot here – it would be here for you too, and for anyone who comes after us. The creative work extends from the world and how it appears to us in our mind’s eye to one’s consciousness, body, hand, or to language. Thus, things are not merely matter – rock, light, or earth – but rather movement and dialogue between us and the world. Thus, this painting is not merely lines and patches of color, but a beauty full of meaning that is difficult to grasp outside the experience itself. Similarly, these marks that you now read, here on the page, are carriers of thoughts and feelings that pass from one person to another, in a very intimate way.
In the past, pareidolia was perceived as a sign of psychosis, but today it is commonly seen as a normal and universal human phenomenon. It is particularly evident in how children think, or in the worldview of primitive tribes, who attribute a will and consciousness to everything. Gods, humans, animals, the dead, plants, the weather, and often inanimate objects, are all seen as having an appetite or will, a viewpoint, and cognitive abilities – all have a soul. But the pareidolia is not about a childish or animistic worldview; it is a fundamental disposition of the human imagination. Even before we know something, we begin to see things: dots form an image, situations look like patterns, and we can take them apart and reassemble them until we have a theory (from the Greek ‘theorien’ – to look at, or by extrapolation, a way of seeing, a worldview). The world comes into view and becomes comprehensible – it is one of the characteristics of this world that it can become visible and comprehensible. So the visual image is but an extension, a capturing of the ways in which the world opens up to human experience. How wonderful it is that the world lends itself to us in this way? And perhaps that is precisely the basic, native, or classic experience of all things beautiful – the experience of being at home in the world.
Anyone who tries their hand at drawing knows that the closer you get to things, the more their contours fall apart and become fluid. There is really no clear boundary line between one thing and another; rather, there is an aura, light and shadow, and a movement of metamorphosis and metabolism in everything. It is a miraculous experience wherein things seem to dissolve of their own accord at the same time that they are captured or rather marked by art. Art shows them as distinct and as part of the world. The works in this exhibition follow this double movement– the shifting nature of the world, its appearance as form and meaning, and dissolution back into material, surface, and color. In other words, the works simultaneously conjure up an image and dissolve it. In so doing, they reveal the process that requires our imagination to work: the underlying work that brings things together and creates a world. This is an ongoing effort that we get accustomed to. But in particular moments of shifting consciousness – when we wake up, for example, or open our eyes after a long meditation – we notice the coming together of the world once again. If we fail to imagine, facing the work of art, the image breaks down and the painting and drawing once again revert to mere patches of color, the sculpture exposes its rough and meaningless material skin, and the canvases look like sheets of cloth and empty shells, rather than ghosts. Pareidolia – the emergence of a form – is something that goes both ways. In this space between the visible (the world as it appears) and the visual (the image), there is a fertile field of occurrence that is invisible to us. We often do not see how the world is made visible, or how we see it as things, forms, and states. It comes to us naturally, yet is unnatural. It is a mark of human consciousness that can be traced back to prehistoric cave drawings (throughout the Mediterranean) through Plato’s famous allegory of the cave.
The caves have a record of the longest human history – evidence of life, spiritual life, imagination, and human creation, dating back over 30,000 years. What they saw, and felt, and thought, is so remote from us – but the art preserved in the dark speaks to us immediately. I understand them and feel them. I have no idea if they spoke, or what they believed, but I know I am like them, that we are one species. They, too, saw shapes in things, and animals potentially sketched on the walls of the cave as the light of the fire flickered and animated the images. All it took was for them to touch what they saw and fix it with a judicious line, etching, a mark or a bit of paint. And so generations of human beings realized that they see the same things; that they share the same dream or vision. That they live in a world that is real, made of matter and energy, just as they live in a virtual world of imaginary forms and meaning. And that they could move between these two worlds, the material and the spiritual, and feel that they are both – both body and mind -- even though an abyss separates the two. Pareidolia marks the human ability to be a creature of both worlds. It is a characteristic of human existence that it is both real and virtual – a capacity that the contemporary economy of images has intensified, exploited, and heightened, to the point where we have lost it. Today, it is technology that does the imagining for us by seeing forms in things, emotions in a face, or financial potential in how we wield a keyboard and mouse, or gestures and motions on social media.
But in art – and perhaps in philosophy, as well – there is still sensitivity, openness, and attentiveness to the ebb and flow of life. Artists preserve that childish, primitive way of looking at things and how they are formed. In particular, they notice the intermediate states that no longer exist, or not yet. Possibilities that have not yet been realized actually exist, and there is life even in those that have faded away. The world once contained many such shadowy creatures: ghosts, apparitions of the dead, phantoms, dreams, hallucinations, and daydreams. We are fixed on either/or – either awake or asleep, existing or not – but what nonsense is this? The Greeks called all shadow creatures eidola, a term denoting movement and change in a world eternally coming into being. Pareidolia literally means a world that is all eidola – eidola in everything – in contrast to eikon (icon, likeness) which belongs to a binary world of original and imitation. Thus, the eikon/icon is quickly rendered a fake. But in the ancient world there was no single concept for a mimetic visual image, but rather, a multiplicity of such – eidolon – a spectrum of visual existence. In particular, there were no images that “look like something else,” imitations in the Platonic sense; rather, there was something that is visible but not perceived – like life itself, like consciousness – not the things in themselves, but the manner in which they appear.
It is in this realm that art is born. And still today, art harbors the human longing for transitions, for playfulness, for a spectrum of states of consciousness and emergence – but it may also shackle it. Within these boundaries of the frame, here in this painting in front of you, you can see a ghost. Here is spirit trapped in matter. Here, in this sculpture, you can see life arrested, fixed, dead. Here you are: look at them; they are yours; you control it. And here is the phenomenon that used to be a living entity, whose entire essence was becoming, namely life with no form or location. Here this thing is captured and concluded. Art always veers close, too close, to its dissolution.
Translated by Einat Adi
Pareidolia
Roy Brand
Did you know that we can see a face in a tree trunk? Did you know that on dark nights we can see animal shapes in the constellations of stars? Do these things exist? And when we hallucinate or daydream, once again we see faces, animals, and apparitions of the dead. In days gone by, when consciousness moved freely on the spectrum between wakefulness and dreaming and hallucination, the realm of the visible also contained imaginary sights whose significance was unquestioned. But even today, there is always something that is visible, but not clearly perceived – becoming, the moment of birth or death, life itself. The Greeks had a name for it: pareidolia – “beyond form” or “beside the form” – the human tendency to see a shape, or read a meaning, in amorphous phenomena.
The term is from the Greek παραειδωλια – παρά (pará) meaning “beyond” or “beside,” and εἴδωλον (eídōlon), meaning “image, form, shape.” Like paranoia (seeing intent in everything), pareidolia is a state of seeing a form of some kind in everything, and is part of our miraculous abilities as human beings to see things in things. This cave wall, with this patch on it, and the special shape of its curvature, together produce a living image. I see it, and if I were only to point it out to you – perhaps with the help of a small line or a dot here – it would be here for you too, and for anyone who comes after us. The creative work extends from the world and how it appears to us in our mind’s eye to one’s consciousness, body, hand, or to language. Thus, things are not merely matter – rock, light, or earth – but rather movement and dialogue between us and the world. Thus, this painting is not merely lines and patches of color, but a beauty full of meaning that is difficult to grasp outside the experience itself. Similarly, these marks that you now read, here on the page, are carriers of thoughts and feelings that pass from one person to another, in a very intimate way.
In the past, pareidolia was perceived as a sign of psychosis, but today it is commonly seen as a normal and universal human phenomenon. It is particularly evident in how children think, or in the worldview of primitive tribes, who attribute a will and consciousness to everything. Gods, humans, animals, the dead, plants, the weather, and often inanimate objects, are all seen as having an appetite or will, a viewpoint, and cognitive abilities – all have a soul. But the pareidolia is not about a childish or animistic worldview; it is a fundamental disposition of the human imagination. Even before we know something, we begin to see things: dots form an image, situations look like patterns, and we can take them apart and reassemble them until we have a theory (from the Greek ‘theorien’ – to look at, or by extrapolation, a way of seeing, a worldview). The world comes into view and becomes comprehensible – it is one of the characteristics of this world that it can become visible and comprehensible. So the visual image is but an extension, a capturing of the ways in which the world opens up to human experience. How wonderful it is that the world lends itself to us in this way? And perhaps that is precisely the basic, native, or classic experience of all things beautiful – the experience of being at home in the world.
Anyone who tries their hand at drawing knows that the closer you get to things, the more their contours fall apart and become fluid. There is really no clear boundary line between one thing and another; rather, there is an aura, light and shadow, and a movement of metamorphosis and metabolism in everything. It is a miraculous experience wherein things seem to dissolve of their own accord at the same time that they are captured or rather marked by art. Art shows them as distinct and as part of the world. The works in this exhibition follow this double movement– the shifting nature of the world, its appearance as form and meaning, and dissolution back into material, surface, and color. In other words, the works simultaneously conjure up an image and dissolve it. In so doing, they reveal the process that requires our imagination to work: the underlying work that brings things together and creates a world. This is an ongoing effort that we get accustomed to. But in particular moments of shifting consciousness – when we wake up, for example, or open our eyes after a long meditation – we notice the coming together of the world once again. If we fail to imagine, facing the work of art, the image breaks down and the painting and drawing once again revert to mere patches of color, the sculpture exposes its rough and meaningless material skin, and the canvases look like sheets of cloth and empty shells, rather than ghosts. Pareidolia – the emergence of a form – is something that goes both ways. In this space between the visible (the world as it appears) and the visual (the image), there is a fertile field of occurrence that is invisible to us. We often do not see how the world is made visible, or how we see it as things, forms, and states. It comes to us naturally, yet is unnatural. It is a mark of human consciousness that can be traced back to prehistoric cave drawings (throughout the Mediterranean) through Plato’s famous allegory of the cave.
The caves have a record of the longest human history – evidence of life, spiritual life, imagination, and human creation, dating back over 30,000 years. What they saw, and felt, and thought, is so remote from us – but the art preserved in the dark speaks to us immediately. I understand them and feel them. I have no idea if they spoke, or what they believed, but I know I am like them, that we are one species. They, too, saw shapes in things, and animals potentially sketched on the walls of the cave as the light of the fire flickered and animated the images. All it took was for them to touch what they saw and fix it with a judicious line, etching, a mark or a bit of paint. And so generations of human beings realized that they see the same things; that they share the same dream or vision. That they live in a world that is real, made of matter and energy, just as they live in a virtual world of imaginary forms and meaning. And that they could move between these two worlds, the material and the spiritual, and feel that they are both – both body and mind -- even though an abyss separates the two. Pareidolia marks the human ability to be a creature of both worlds. It is a characteristic of human existence that it is both real and virtual – a capacity that the contemporary economy of images has intensified, exploited, and heightened, to the point where we have lost it. Today, it is technology that does the imagining for us by seeing forms in things, emotions in a face, or financial potential in how we wield a keyboard and mouse, or gestures and motions on social media.
But in art – and perhaps in philosophy, as well – there is still sensitivity, openness, and attentiveness to the ebb and flow of life. Artists preserve that childish, primitive way of looking at things and how they are formed. In particular, they notice the intermediate states that no longer exist, or not yet. Possibilities that have not yet been realized actually exist, and there is life even in those that have faded away. The world once contained many such shadowy creatures: ghosts, apparitions of the dead, phantoms, dreams, hallucinations, and daydreams. We are fixed on either/or – either awake or asleep, existing or not – but what nonsense is this? The Greeks called all shadow creatures eidola, a term denoting movement and change in a world eternally coming into being. Pareidolia literally means a world that is all eidola – eidola in everything – in contrast to eikon (icon, likeness) which belongs to a binary world of original and imitation. Thus, the eikon/icon is quickly rendered a fake. But in the ancient world there was no single concept for a mimetic visual image, but rather, a multiplicity of such – eidolon – a spectrum of visual existence. In particular, there were no images that “look like something else,” imitations in the Platonic sense; rather, there was something that is visible but not perceived – like life itself, like consciousness – not the things in themselves, but the manner in which they appear.
It is in this realm that art is born. And still today, art harbors the human longing for transitions, for playfulness, for a spectrum of states of consciousness and emergence – but it may also shackle it. Within these boundaries of the frame, here in this painting in front of you, you can see a ghost. Here is spirit trapped in matter. Here, in this sculpture, you can see life arrested, fixed, dead. Here you are: look at them; they are yours; you control it. And here is the phenomenon that used to be a living entity, whose entire essence was becoming, namely life with no form or location. Here this thing is captured and concluded. Art always veers close, too close, to its dissolution.
Translated by Einat Adi
Roy Brand is a philosopher and curator working at the intersection of contemporary philosophy and art. He is a senior lecturer in the Master’s programs of Bezalel Academy of Arts and Design, and Tel Aviv University. He founded and directed Yaffo 23, a center for contemporary art, and he is editor and curator of numerous art exhibits, among them, The Urburb: Patterns of Contemporary Living (Israeli Pavilion of The Venice Biennial, 2014) and Bare Life (Museum on the Seam, 2007). His book LoveKnowledge: The Life of Philosophy from Socrates to Derrida was published in 2013 by Columbia University Press. His book Art and the Form of Life was published in 2021 by Palgrave Macmillan. He is the founder and director of Parterre Projects for Art and Philosophy in Tel Aviv.
ד"ר רועי ברנד הוא פילוסוף ואוצר. הוא מרצה בכיר לפילוסופיה בתכניות לתואר שני של בצלאל ושל אוניברסיטת תל אביב. הוא הקים וניהל את יפו 23, מרכז לאמנות עכשווית בירושלים ואצר תערוכות רבות, ביניהן- The Urburb- שייצגה את ישראל בביאנלה הבינלאומית לארכיטקטורה בוונציה ב-2014. ספרו ״לאהוב לדעת—על חיי הפילוסופיה מסוקרטס ועד דרידה", יצא בהוצאת אוניברסיטת קולומביה, ניו-יורק בשנת 2013, ובעברית בהוצאת רסלינג בשנת 2016. ספרו החדש ״אמנות וצורת החיים״ יצא ב-2021 בהוצאת פאלגרב מקמילן. מנהל את חלל הפרויקטים פרטר לאמנות ופילוסופיה בתל אביב.
Roy Brand is a philosopher and curator working at the intersection of contemporary philosophy and art. He is a senior lecturer in the Master’s programs of Bezalel Academy of Arts and Design, and Tel Aviv University. He founded and directed Yaffo 23, a center for contemporary art, and he is editor and curator of numerous art exhibits, among them, The Urburb: Patterns of Contemporary Living (Israeli Pavilion of The Venice Biennial, 2014) and Bare Life (Museum on the Seam, 2007). His book LoveKnowledge: The Life of Philosophy from Socrates to Derrida was published in 2013 by Columbia University Press. His book Art and the Form of Life was published in 2021 by Palgrave Macmillan. He is the founder and director of Parterre Projects for Art and Philosophy in Tel Aviv.
ד"ר רועי ברנד הוא פילוסוף ואוצר. הוא מרצה בכיר לפילוסופיה בתכניות לתואר שני של בצלאל ושל אוניברסיטת תל אביב. הוא הקים וניהל את יפו 23, מרכז לאמנות עכשווית בירושלים ואצר תערוכות רבות, ביניהן- The Urburb- שייצגה את ישראל בביאנלה הבינלאומית לארכיטקטורה בוונציה ב-2014. ספרו ״לאהוב לדעת—על חיי הפילוסופיה מסוקרטס ועד דרידה", יצא בהוצאת אוניברסיטת קולומביה, ניו-יורק בשנת 2013, ובעברית בהוצאת רסלינג בשנת 2016. ספרו החדש ״אמנות וצורת החיים״ יצא ב-2021 בהוצאת פאלגרב מקמילן. מנהל את חלל הפרויקטים פרטר לאמנות ופילוסופיה בתל אביב.
Roy Brand is a philosopher and curator working at the intersection of contemporary philosophy and art. He is a senior lecturer in the Master’s programs of Bezalel Academy of Arts and Design, and Tel Aviv University. He founded and directed Yaffo 23, a center for contemporary art, and he is editor and curator of numerous art exhibits, among them, The Urburb: Patterns of Contemporary Living (Israeli Pavilion of The Venice Biennial, 2014) and Bare Life (Museum on the Seam, 2007). His book LoveKnowledge: The Life of Philosophy from Socrates to Derrida was published in 2013 by Columbia University Press. His book Art and the Form of Life was published in 2021 by Palgrave Macmillan. He is the founder and director of Parterre Projects for Art and Philosophy in Tel Aviv.
ד"ר רועי ברנד הוא פילוסוף ואוצר. הוא מרצה בכיר לפילוסופיה בתכניות לתואר שני של בצלאל ושל אוניברסיטת תל אביב. הוא הקים וניהל את יפו 23, מרכז לאמנות עכשווית בירושלים ואצר תערוכות רבות, ביניהן- The Urburb- שייצגה את ישראל בביאנלה הבינלאומית לארכיטקטורה בוונציה ב-2014. ספרו ״לאהוב לדעת—על חיי הפילוסופיה מסוקרטס ועד דרידה", יצא בהוצאת אוניברסיטת קולומביה, ניו-יורק בשנת 2013, ובעברית בהוצאת רסלינג בשנת 2016. ספרו החדש ״אמנות וצורת החיים״ יצא ב-2021 בהוצאת פאלגרב מקמילן. מנהל את חלל הפרויקטים פרטר לאמנות ופילוסופיה בתל אביב.
Roy Brand is a philosopher and curator working at the intersection of contemporary philosophy and art. He is a senior lecturer in the Master’s programs of Bezalel Academy of Arts and Design, and Tel Aviv University. He founded and directed Yaffo 23, a center for contemporary art, and he is editor and curator of numerous art exhibits, among them, The Urburb: Patterns of Contemporary Living (Israeli Pavilion of The Venice Biennial, 2014) and Bare Life (Museum on the Seam, 2007). His book LoveKnowledge: The Life of Philosophy from Socrates to Derrida was published in 2013 by Columbia University Press. His book Art and the Form of Life was published in 2021 by Palgrave Macmillan. He is the founder and director of Parterre Projects for Art and Philosophy in Tel Aviv.
ד"ר רועי ברנד הוא פילוסוף ואוצר. הוא מרצה בכיר לפילוסופיה בתכניות לתואר שני של בצלאל ושל אוניברסיטת תל אביב. הוא הקים וניהל את יפו 23, מרכז לאמנות עכשווית בירושלים ואצר תערוכות רבות, ביניהן- The Urburb- שייצגה את ישראל בביאנלה הבינלאומית לארכיטקטורה בוונציה ב-2014. ספרו ״לאהוב לדעת—על חיי הפילוסופיה מסוקרטס ועד דרידה", יצא בהוצאת אוניברסיטת קולומביה, ניו-יורק בשנת 2013, ובעברית בהוצאת רסלינג בשנת 2016. ספרו החדש ״אמנות וצורת החיים״ יצא ב-2021 בהוצאת פאלגרב מקמילן. מנהל את חלל הפרויקטים פרטר לאמנות ופילוסופיה בתל אביב.
שם העבודה, מידות, מדיום, שנה
Once
Roy Brand
I begin by asking – what is the object of waiting?
If I were to insist on a comprehensive answer, I would say that I am always waiting for one single object: actualization.
Maayan Goldman, "The Art of Waiting"
Amit Berlowitz's exhibition revolves around Samuel Beckett's well-known play, Waiting for Godot. In a series of color and black-and-white photographs of identical format, five children enact moments from the enigmatic play about two wretched, detached nomads waiting for a dubious figure named "Godot". It is a minimalistic set, with simple wooden platforms symbolizing the stage, and a round opening denoting the sun and moon. It evokes a similar feeling to reading the play: we are moving across a frozen time, or perhaps a time in which nothing happens anymore, a time of waiting. These are personal photographs: the children are the artist's and her friends', but they are also universal or timeless, parentless children. The transition from text to a visual event, as well as the replacement of the adult characters with children, intensifies the sensation of existential solitude, while adding a dimension of a game or adventure.
I must say I have never read Waiting for Godot in one sitting, as a play. I have read parts of it in different times of my life, so in my imagination it appears as a collection of still photographs. The impossibility of reading it in one session does not undermine its importance; it makes it necessary, as a task or a burden we must carry for no clear purpose. I may have leafed through to the end to see nothing happened except waiting for something that would never happen. Life is like that – waiting for something to happen. And the absurd thing is that we are waiting for something in which we no longer believe, waiting without real hope, passing time with meaningless games, little dramas, foolish intrigues, and occasional, fleeting moments of grace or happiness, until it's all over.
In "The Art of Waiting", an essay written to accompany the Godot series and the exhibition, Maayan Goldman writes: "I am waiting for the thing to happen. For someone to come, call or write. For the idea to crystalize, to be understood and turn into words. I am waiting for change. I am waiting to become who I hoped to be. I am waiting, in fact, for my life to begin – for something, anything, to begin. Or end. Waiting for the disquiet to disappear, and for my headache to stop – then, finally, my life will begin. And everything concealed in my life will at last actualize. And so will I." The Hebrew word for waiting (hamtana) brings to mind a gift (matana). Hamtana, waiting, is a state of expectation or alert, but if it is accepted, it can turn into a matana, a gift – just like during the pandemic, when time had stopped and life evolved inwards, instead of outwards and forward.
The matana (gift) is also realized inside the hamtana (waiting), as a gift must be given, establishing an interpersonal relationship which is continuous over time, which, in fact, cannot end. A gift is the ability to give without feeling in lack, or to receive without feeling in debt. The relationship of the gift allows for an intimate relationship of giving and receiving which is free from the economy of debt or guilt, power or control. The gift, truly deserving of its name, creates a forever-open common space of cooperation. Hence the uncomfortable feeling many people experience when receiving a gift. It creates an undetermined bond, open, perhaps infinite. How can I return the gift I received from my parents, my teachers, my intimate friends, my partner? How can I return the gift that art has given me? The only proper response is to pass it on, to give a gift, not just this or the other item, but the gift of giving itself, the gift of the gift – to learn to give and receive without expecting anything in return.
And what about waiting? Waiting, too, is painful and enjoyable, open and infinite. A true waiting has no end, waiting is life itself. For this reason, pleasure is infinite, like a child expecting something to come, anything; waiting in expectation can be exciting and pleasurable in itself. And when the something arrives after a long wait, it necessarily leads to disappointment, because the expectation in waiting was infinite, and the thing itself, as wonderful as it may be, is necessarily limited. On the other hand, suffering, just like the pleasure of waiting, is also infinite. This is the reason Goldman adds in parentheses "(Sometimes I wait for actualization's negative double. For annihilation. For the pain to end. For everything else to end.)"
Waiting is a form of being in time, it slices time open and reveals the possibility of the eternal in each moment. Each moment stretches and opens up, each moment is a whole life. This is the way Amit Berlowitz's photographs are, this is how the moments of the play are: a vision of a terrible, wonderful eternity, terribly quiet, perfect and impossible. Art is thus a gift – it exists where one gives and receives beyond any ownership; it is an expectation that cannot be fulfilled, weaving together a community which goes forward and back in time, a community of parentless children who imagine and play as they wait. Waiting is thus a gift, and the gift is the ability to wait, not for something or someone in particular, but in general, as we live.
For the current exhibition, Berlowitz added two video works in the Godot series. One, Marie, is a portrait of a woman towards the end of her life. Marie tells the story of her life as she weaves. She speaks Spanish and French with a Basque accent. She was born, grew up, got married, had children, and after long wanderings and wars she returned to her natal village. In the political and historical sense, we go through two World Wars and the dictatorship of Franco in Spain. These obviously mark her personal life as well, but a part of her inner spiritual life remains hidden. And in that sense, in what concerns the root of the soul, nothing happens. Once again.
In the second work, Sari Nusseibeh, a Jerusalem-born Palestinian philosopher and President of the Al-Quds University in East Jerusalem, also tells his life story. He was born to an aristocratic family descending from Nusaybah bint Ka'ab, a female warrior who defended prophet Mohammad, reaching Jerusalem 1300 years ago. The family holds the key to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. Sari's father was involved in politics and served as Jordan's ambassador to the United Kingdom, and Sari himself, despite his philosophical endeavors, was the Palestinian Authority's representative in Jerusalem. We know his story from the other side. Like many Palestinians and Israelis, he is waiting for the idea of peace to mature and materialize, and his life is filled with disappointments. Like us Israelis, the Palestinians never missed a chance to miss a chance. He, too, is waiting. The work is deconstructed into a live still image of the Dome of the Rock, with Nusseibeh's voice sounded in earphones. He wavers between a solution of civic state and the two-state solution. Nothing happens. Once again. And in the meantime, we look at the photo series, waiting for Godot.