Inbar Han

In my photographs there’s no black and white. I love grays. No left and right also. Noa says that I'm not a dichotomous person. There’s something to her words. I lived in an outpost and I voted for Meretz. People say that my pictures are not in focus. But I specifically chose this focus. This is not a mistake. I also cook like that. With chunks and burnt bits and many surprises. Errors that are correct. Accurate. Intentional. I like the film that got damaged during development And I love traveling without Waze And the picture that didn’t get enough light And the dust from the scanning And the bruise on my ass And the dirt under my nails What can't be planned The JNF forest going up in flames What has no words. What’s unclear. The confusion and the nausea and the sore throat The glitters in the head. And sometimes it's hard, too. Not to understand.