You don’t see a city—
you assemble it.

Everything is broken into marks—vertical, scattered, layered—until structure becomes something you have to find, not something that’s given.

Nothing sits clearly.
Nothing resolves fully.

Color appears in fragments—warm earth, gold, sudden accents—never forming a single image, only suggesting one.

The city holds somewhere in the middle, but it’s not drawn.
It’s implied.

Figures exist as traces—small interruptions within the field—never leading, never organizing.

You don’t move through it.
You stay with it—until it begins to form.

This is not a view.
It’s construction in real time.

As a one-of-a-kind original, this piece doesn’t present Jerusalem.
It builds it—through fragments that keep shifting until they become something you can’t unsee.

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