Ezra Nahmad has made an elusive but incredibly touching book. Crisp photographs of landscapes and architecure, blurred situations, alienated details, archive and media images, a poem and a quote the artist has condensed into a stirring assembly. Sounds like concept art but here we have pure emotion. Sadness, anger, helplessness. ›Withour | Sans‹ is the quiet but insistent cry of a man who has lost a sense of home in the country of his origin. Israel. On the cover of his book he writes: Now you have built many borders and wherever you walk, you sense how risk transforms the light. And to feel the breeze or to smell the perfume of wild sage, you must fight against anxiety. You look around for beauty but feel that you are being watched, perhaps even targeted. Then you think you are captive in Israel.