@BRONFER
For over seven years, I have been driving from my home to the Dead Sea almost every week. I cannot explain why, but each time I drive through the deserted landscape of sand-dusted mountains and craters and arrive at these yellowish shores, I feel like the Stalker from Andrei Tarkovsky’s movie. The Dead Sea is my Zone where I can escape from everyday life and connect with the past. The Dead Sea has always fascinated people throughout history. People have prayed, sinned, healed, and killed each other on these shores. They built dams and plants, drilled wells, cut the sea from any source of fresh water, and left it to die. Over the decades, the water level of the Dead Sea has been dropping at an alarming rate. Underground water streams are dissolving the salt layer beneath the seabed, causing the formation of numerous sinkholes along the coast. This makes large areas of the Dead Sea coast dangerous and effectively inaccessible. Despite their slowly decaying, the Dead Sea and its surroundings possess an inexplicable allure that captivates me. The complex and intricate network of sinkholes that dot the landscape seems to be in a state of constant flux, disappearing and reappearing in an endless mourning dance of destruction. As I gaze out at this mysterious zone, I am struck by the paradoxical blend of beauty, serenity, and chaos caused by humankind. And meanwhile, people continue praying, sinning, and killing each other, moving their cheap beach chairs and sunshades further and further away, silently following the disappearing sea…















