One to Nothing is the body of images I captured while combing through Israel in a rental car. The title alludes to a fight where the difference between winning and losing is vastly greater than a meagre one-point lead. It is an existential battle: the confrontation between the individual and the abyss, where “nothing” is much bigger and greater than any single “one” could be. In either reading of the phrase is a sense of uncertainty. It is impossible to tell whether the competition has just begun, if this is the final score, or if this is an interminable face-off that has no beginning or end, its players locked into eternal opposition.
In this place of historic conflict, it is not always clear who is the victor and the victim. To an outsider watching the news, the score may appear easy to tally, but once immersed in the country itself, the struggle takes on daunting proportions and complexities, like a Gordian knot, becoming ever more tightly coiled. Yet, these photographs are not intentionally political. They are not meant to defend a side or critique the problems. Rather, the pictures are removed from the hard facts, and instead are moved by the echoes of conflicts and oppositions that became evident in the fabric of everyday life. They are images showing the immensity of a struggle, the helplessness of the individuals in its midst, and a beauty that seeps through the tension.














