Identity in the increasingly complex world
This is, to some extent, a self-portrait. It was taken in December 2019, when I flew to visit my mother in Israel from Japan, where I have been living for the past 20 years. On each of my visits, I sit on a chair that was brought to Israel from a small town of Korosten, in Ukraine, in 1991. This chair is in my mother's bedroom, which becomes me and my daughter's room each time we visit.
At around 7:30 in the morning, through the holes in the blinds, light falls very beautifully on the wall opposite to the window. I sat on the chair and asked my 13 year old daughter to take a picture of me. That moment, and that place felt like the assembly point of the puzzle of my identity. I'm glad that it was Naomi who was on the other side of the camera.