Roadside is a town at Free State province. It consists of a police station only. No residents. Years ago it had a post office too, but it closed down. This open gate to a burnt field is the only open gate we have seen in miles. Between the gravel road and the open gate is where we chose to locate our poetic claim of territory.

I create a dress to hover over public passageways throughout Manhattan over the course of 24 hours in 2013.

I try not to cry while the Israeli IDF through tear gas grenades during a political protest against the wall in the Palestinian village of Bil’in

During the largest social justice protest of Israel’s history, I face protesters as they pass me and move on

I write ‘Let Me Be Your (TAX) Shelter’ on the storefront window at Glasshouse and stand with a muted megaphone

I built a nest of fallen branches in the depth of Tiergarten Park in Berlin

I collect ash and burnt branches at sites of burnt forests surrounding Jerusalem

My first nest of fallen branches in a burn forest, photographed by Eyal Perry