Looking at the things around me, I can’t resist the urge to find patterns and logic. This black hole is made from lines of text – cut and taped from magazines kept in my room as a teenager: materials that allowed me to daydream but also shaped an unrealistic perception of the world. The collage next to it is made from a photograph of my younger sister when she was a soldier doing mandatory service in the Israeli army. Newly drafted girls are sometimes ordered to wear braids during boot camp; their hair becomes a visual sign of shame and domination. By splicing her braid and reconstructing it on a piece of paper, this girly hairdo is turned into a pathway, one that speaks about control but also about possibilities of rebellion.