“How do you sing a song to the lord in a strange land?” This passage from psalms 137:4 followed by the famous passage, ‘If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning’ was the catalyst that sent me into this project, after leaving Jerusalem, my hometown, in order to immigrate to France. 

At first, I imagined that the strange land described in the passage would be, for me, France. I would come back to Jerusalem, to create and collect a few hand-crafted relics, in order to sing that song. 

When I arrived to Jerusalem, in the midst of the ongoing war, looking at the place I grew up from an outsider perspective, noticing all historical and religious narratives are drafted to war and radical messianic ideas, I discovered that in fact, the land that I thought I knew, became estranged to me, and the question, how do you sing a song to the lord in this land, remained an open one.