The story of Eli Ben-Zvi’s fall in the Battle of Beit Keshet during the War of Independence captivated me when I first encountered it.
The lingering question—“How did Eli fall at Beit Keshet?”—as his father, Yitzhak Ben-Zvi, once asked, remains unresolved.
In that battle, all but one of the fighters were killed, leaving uncertainty as to whether they fell in combat or took their own lives.

 In my photographs, taken at the presumed site of the battle, I use the camera as the eyes of Eli and his comrades,
seeking to bridge the historical, the personal, and the collective.
I explore the connection between the landscape and the trauma it holds within.

 The mirror image—a gaze both mutual and disorienting—reflects what was and what we will never truly know, a space between us and them.