This quote connects with my painting Air’s Gaze (2016), describing the feeling-memory, the source from which it was ‘born’. ‘The existence of the terrible in every particle of the air’ writes Rilke. We breathe the same air; the air (if you can call it that) at the Nazi concentration camps in WWII, the air at the night of the attack on Samakh in April 1948, the air when I visited the place where this town used to be, as I stood on the asphalt of the car-park in the summer of 2009. ‘You breathe it in as part of something transparent; but within you it precipitates, hardens, acquires angular, geometrical forms in among your organs’.