I'mNotYourFather, 2024
Lobby Art Space, ֿֿCurated By: Orit Mor
At the end of the day,
just before sunset,
the office is completely empty.
I work so many hours,
barely able to lift my head from the screen.
There are no employees left;
I’ve stayed late in the office.
I’ve never stopped to look at what’s around me;
only now do I notice
that the railing in the corner is half-painted
or that the phone in the left office
always blinks with a red light,
signaling missed calls.
The air conditioning has stopped working;
it’s hot and everything feels so shiny
that the objects seem to be sweating.
I’ve always been afraid of the horse at the entrance,
yet suddenly I feel so close to it.
When we would drive to Grandpa’s
in the Krayot from Haifa,
we would pass by the “BIG” shopping center,
and there was always hope that we would stop.
Holding a can of bean soup between my legs,
hoping it wouldn’t spill.
I love you, Grandpa
And I love the objects I would see
on the road to you.
Everything is romantic,
everything is political,
and everything is personal.