My “Babel”, rather than collapsing under the mayhem of our present times, spins anew -- emerging from earth to tell a new story of possible transformation. It carries some scars, yet some are spiraling underneath, washing away the dross. From the clay, a white veil emerges, trembling -- a symbol of mourning in some cultures and of purity in others. And there, it ascends, reaching the blue sky, touching the immensity of all that is possible.



