The feeling of stability—or its absence—made me reflect on my lifestyle, far from my family and the normal life that most people usually live. Far from my father, whom I should have seen every day, greeting him with "Good morning" before heading to school, and spending time with him when he returned from work. But this was not my reality. I only saw my father for two days on the weekend, because of the separation wall, which kept him in Ramallah, while my mother, sisters, and I lived in Jerusalem. The story of this project began the day I was born, but it developed when my thoughts started to evolve, and I began thinking critically about how I could turn my life into art. I began to think of using flowers, as they are a simple and common element, and because they are tied to my childhood—my father owned a flower shop. In the work, there are 539 transparent flowers, without color, symbolizing their abstraction from beauty and the absence of my father from my daily life. Alongside this, there are 79 colorful flowers arranged in a bouquet on a wedding table, referring to the beautiful, comforting times I spent with my family in Ramallah. I chose to cover the flowers with concrete to symbolize the harshness of the wall. The concrete blocks form the base of the colorful flowers, an analogy to the gray color of the wall. Photographed by: Rawan Joulani