As the pandemic broke and confined each and every one of us, I couldn’t help but think about humans living in closed compounds. That curiosity led me to the closed ward at “Lev-Hasharon”, a Mental Health Hospital, Israel. I chose to focus on the work and actions of the caregivers. The closer I got, the more I dared to peek and feel the powerful presence of the caregivers, the place, and the wards between these walls. The silence and solitude of, each of the people present including myself, confronted me with the frightening sense of loss of identity and life’s fragility.
