PHOTOGRAPHING MY MOTHER’S NIGHTGOWN
After the funeral of my mother, who died in 2009 at the age of 96, I devoted the rest of my stay in Curaçao to clearing her closets, giving away most of her personal possessions. Wanting to keep something that would recall her physical presence, that was touched by her body, I returned to Jerusalem with a few of her nightgowns, shawls, and handbags.
Here, I re-appropriate her nightgown in my own art, photographing it the way I explore the curves and crevices of a desert landscape, subverting it in a painterly language of sensuality. Bringing it, and my mother, closer to me.