The sun will stand still

"The Sun Will Stand Still" unfolds as a sequence of attempts - each one destined to fail - to escape the fatality of reality: to make the instruments defy gravity, to recover a fundamental tone, to break the loop in which we are trapped, to sing, to reach another person, to command the sun to stand still and prevent its descent into darkness.

The title is borrowed from the 1960s Israeli song "Flowers in the Barrel*", a song infused with the radiant, almost innocent promise of peace. Its central image echoes the biblical miracle in which the sun is arrested in its course. Yet for me, it has become the expression of an impossible wish: that time will refuse to continue, that the world might stop at the final instant before catastrophe becomes irreversible.

"The sun will stand still between Gaza and Rafah,
the moon will whiten over the peak of Hermon,
flowers in the barrel and girls on the watchtower,
loads of soldiers will return to town."

Heard from within our present reality, these words have become unbearable. They are echoed by a landscape marked by devastation, and the image of the sun standing still becomes an impossible plea: that time might stop before violence is carried out in our name. It is a wish for history to hesitate - for the machinery of war to lose its momentum, and for the light to remain suspended long enough for another choice to become possible.