I walk from my house, on the edge of a small town near Tel Aviv, to the local farm stand, in the agricultural fields next to my neighborhood. I buy a huge local pumpkin, which I attach to ropes, and drag along the road, through the fields, past the army supply base and training camp, the Thai farm workers and the suburban villas, out to the highway and possibly as far as the Mediterranean beach. All the while I am looked down upon by the huge communication satellites, ominously towering over the whole area.

This performance is one of a series of walks, in which I drag natural, local site collected materials through the specific landscape. The effort, the incongruity, the echoes of Christian humility,.of carrying the sins of others/ my own sins/ of the artist as a wanderer, a homeless outsider, of connecting to the place through being weighed down- these all figure into the works

(see website: Walk to Sea, Donkey Walk, Walking Mandala, Walk with Streamers and Sardine Cans, Down to Earth)
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