The day I arrived to the West Bank a crater opened on the Dead Sea exactly
on the access point of the residential structure I was staying. That made the beach
unaccessible from that point, and got me on the move to Ein Bokek, probably one
of the ugliest beaches on Earth, but safe enough to access the Dead Sea that day.
What impressed me leaving Jerusalem behind and entering the West Bank is
the contrast between artifice and wildness. The land speaks by itself:
empty, defleshed, artificially uninhabited in long distances, it suddenly opens
up in its wild, endless aridity and screams through color and lines.
West Bank // 2015