The desert that makes up most of The Wall is reminiscent of much of my birthplace: Israel. Starting on the right side of the painting, like reading a Hebrew text from right to left, the viewer sees a camel. The camel not only takes the viewer to the desert but more specifically to the Middle East.  Its size brings out the vastness of the place, which is also enhanced by the height of the painting as it increases to the left. The curve of the piece also adds to this feeling as the viewer moves around it, and the camel and the start of the painting are literally pulled away. At the far left is a concrete wall, reminiscent of the Israeli Separation wall. Not only is the viewer met with the end of the wall, but it also floats up towards the sky, both of which render it useless as a separator. Other than the wall, which seems to take on a life of its own, no human presence is seen and its sole viewer gives it only a slight glance. The wall snakes its way through the desert off into the distance, where in the center of the painting the slightest hint of something can be seen, so far away that whether man-made or natural, one can only dream of reaching it.