Time is flying , and I have been able to measure it thanks to the fruitfull encounters born from
Call Out.

I take advantage of my birthday to share with you some fragments of this Call In hatching exhibition.

Assaf seated on a chair facing the wall, on a corner, he started to play a very quiet and somehow sad chord.

I did not abandon you, I stepped aside.

Those creations that were born within me will come to you starting Friday to celebrate our spring.

Stories, as well as life, are made of little trajectories that accumulate, intersect and  grow apart, superimposing and nourishing one another.