1986

There were no portraits of pedestrians shrouded in light, no Israeli street scenes- only brooding, simple, intense images of household objects against pitch black backgrounds. There were bags of fresh herbs, plates of half-eaten tokhmemorgh shabbati, and CDs with Persian titles written on them in Sharpie, captured in rich detail yet simultaneously pervaded with a sense of otherworldly abstraction. The objects existed as isolated, timeless forms seemingly removed from any natural setting.