A view from a window

For several years, my studio in Tel Aviv was located in the city’s south, near Florentin—an urban, noisy environment with just a single tree among the buildings.
Every morning, as I arrived and opened the door, I was surrounded by a magical, almost mysterious feeling—
the large windows, the intense, glaring light flooding the room, and the ever-changing views outside.
When I was informed that the building had been sold, I began photographing from within the studio, looking outward—
trying to capture the elusive light, the passing people, and a gaze that now exists only in photographs and memory.