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Reproduction of Bullets

I remember a vase of flowers standing on the floor in the living room of my grandparents' house in Jerusalem. Heavy copper cylinder. When there were no flowers in the vase, my brother and I would fill it with marbles and scatter them on the floor at once. It was only when I was growing up that I realized that the vase was actually a cannon shell from the Six Day War in 1967.

There are objects that accompany us over time, in an ongoing complex reality.

In this project I chose to do a material and paint manipulation that turns empty shells into whistles. The object presents the contrast between everyday life and the extreme reality of war and turns the aesthetics of war into an innocent, playful object.

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