Teardrops, Jerusalem, Israel

I have a passion for teardrops corridors as they’re always surprising and unexpected, and one never knows where their beauty might lead.

What is the story behind their walls? What secrets do they hide while carrying the weight of the place’s past? Why are passages so full of light? And why are some, on the contrary, so blurry, vulnerable, and dark-minded? Or why are some so shiny and others so tearful, like in this photograph?

All these questions are undoubtedly raised, adding to corridors’ undeniable and yet, attractive mystery.