ARIELA WERTHEIMER

“I will sit by myself in the darkness”… There is so much strength and pleasure in being a victim. She will not free herself from the chains, she will turn them into a security blanket, her children will carry her through life.

He came from an ultra-orthodox Jewish home, large family, the father studied all day and the burden of providing for the family fell on his mother and therefore she did not have time for love and affection. He started to ask questions, to have doubts and then to dare. Although "Beit Hillel" was his refuge, he had to shave off his “Peot” (sidecurls) as a symbolic act.

"He ran away from war, cold and hunger, but Zionism ran through his bones. He came to Israel, but nothing awaited him there. A hard working man that looked up with hope and the belief that one day the land will embrace him."

His ancestors migrated from China with silk and spices. It was from them that he learned to love the feeling of textile and trade. The need to travel and discover new places was pushed into a corner of the store which constraints him.

The young girl who arrived from America and was won over by the charms of an Italian lover. Since then, in broken Italian she sells illusions at a souvenir shop.

She knew young love. She lost her youth, her love but never her happiness.

His parents stayed in a faraway land. He misses them and carries their colour and culture in pride.

She was born in Venice, with a name full of happiness. She spent her youth mixing up the wishes which had been thrown in the neighborhood well. She knows, deep in her heart, that the one waiting for her at home is not her prince, not even a bit…

Everyone called him the “King of Shawarma”. Nobody could remember his name… at night he would call his mother and she would shed a tear and call him “my son”.

Loved the canals, loved singing loudly, and also loved the woman who wasn’t his wife….

At birth she received the name of an empress, without knowing that she would eventually bear memories of a splendid French love in exile.

Lived until the age of 99. She married nine times. She played with life. She proudly carried the glory, and the sadness she secretly stored away in a suitcase. From time to time she would collect herself and marry again.

He thought that time would heal some of the pain. But the image of his son flashed before him from the moment he would wake up and until sleep conquered him at night.

He loved aesthetics and colour. He loved seeing beautiful and smooth young faces... He was a prisoner of the magic of deception.

The children have left the home, she breathes freely, it is now her turn to fulfill herself.

An artist at heart, but found his profession as a doctor. He’s now looking for a love which will heal his aching soul.

She was so beautiful. But time began to take its toll… she is finding it difficult to accept the situation.

The earrings are a glamorous reminder of the lady who adorns herself with five lovers.

The burden does not block her strength. She knows how to look forward to days filled with hope and happiness.

The Last Supper? 12 figures painted on plywood and illuminated in a box filled with light – each figure has a personal and private story of their own but what is the common agenda of the day?

A group of young people enter a restaurant. They order, and immediately begin engaging with their mobile phones. The food arrives. Each person begins photographing their meal. The photographs are uploaded to social media with a specific text and headline… all of life and its experiences are staged and scripted. With the first bite, the comments begin to arrive "like or "dislike" and what about the young people in the group? They look on, into their phones ravenous for the abundance of reactions to their upload. Everyone has something to say. All of the opinions are strong ones, accompanied by judgment and a public hanging in the Facebook public square.