And I have come down to take them out of the hands of the Egyptians, guiding them out of that land into a good land and wide, into a land flowing with milk and honey; into the place of the Canaanite and the Hittite and the Amorite and the Perizzite and the Hivite and the Jebusite.
Sitting amidst Da’An district filled with people, culture and history…images of passersby are reflected in the shiny, oversized store windows. With a childish smile, it tugs at the corner of your shirt, a fragrant, sweet smell flows past. In contrast with the geometric shape of the black aluminum backdrop, the white translucent panel meanders, and leaps from the background. Like the fresh whipped cream mother used to make when you were a child on a Sunday morning, a dollop of cream lingers on the butter knife, tempting you to taste the sweetness that was made for you…subconsciously, you lick your lips as a natural reflex, dreaming and thinking of that softness, pureness, sweetness…reasons that make you smile unconsciously. The Snow Factory text is cut out from a vibration finish titanium plated stainless steel sheet. At night, the light subtly hits and bounces off of the black stainless steel,