Report from Exile

How many times a day do we remember that we are in exile? We are not counting, because we face it in our gray hair and wrinkles whenever we see our selves in a picture or a mirror. In Stein’s photography, exile is not apparent in a certain place or in the distance of other countries, rather: it’s apparent in the character’s faces, in their eyes, hearts and bodies awaiting the news of what has become of their homeland.