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Take Jerusalem, for example.
A city with two minds about everything, deranged duos that echo to the very roots of its name. "Yerushalayim" - "twin heritage". Between heavenly and earthly Jerusalem, a landscape of paradoxes...
I remember going up a flight of stairs off a street swarming with vendors, not far from the Via Doloroza. I am on a sunstruck rooftop, scattered with the huts of Coptic Monks from Ethiopia. They are the guardians of this place. Through a doorway and downwards, a stairway clinging to the wall of a dark, cavernous, pillared realm. This is the nave of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, the stair is its side entrance from heaven.
And when you go to the edge of Jerusalem, you can look down forever. The city is lower than the hills surrounding it, yet built so high up that on a hazy day, one can look down from above into the sky that hovers over the desert, hidden an infinity below.
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These pages chronicle an exploration of places - are about the notion of "genus loci" itself, a sense of place. Among my favorite things is to set myself down somewhere with my pencils and paper, to let it percolate through me a good while, the time to become impregnated with its odours and flavours, sights and sounds. The mostly drawings and some photographs that will gradually gather here witness this ongoing communion with the world around.
Go ahead and click on the pictures for a closer, more informed view.
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