I must go all the way to beyond the fear of loosing

When to stop the stream of shapes and colors; when a painting is ready to be finished and untouched?
Did I go too far, and destroy the initial freshness of it?

Back into work

Painting regularly is like playing the piano. Each day I start with "etudes" which are little paintings. I move my fingers; I move my arms, until I feel the flexibility, the smooth lines, and the confidence.
Listening to music helps me to put a border-line between the life outside, and the life inside the studio. I start with classical music, and very soon get into the mood of electronic/dance/trance music. The repetitive beat gives me a perfect surrounding.

pics from the exhibition

The Furth Exhibition

The exhibition opend on March 11

Hopes

Every day I am planting another hope.



Thousands of ideas are darting in my head, thousands of pictures are sparkling in my mind; flashing and dazzling like fireworks in the night of Independence Day, as if they were a colorful, breathtaking, and magical spectacle that bursts onto the dark infinite sky; scenes in which the past blends with the present; torn fragments of unforgotten memories float over in bizarre, odd combinations; unfinished paragraphs and broken sentences mingle with images and metaphors; memorable scents and familiar perfumes are echoed by a loud and vibrant sound.
For a moment I feel my body thrill; the silence freezes my mind, congeals old memories, and then thaws the old horrors.

oil on paper, 34x45 cm each

getting ready for the new exhibition

from the Exile serie, 2007, Acrylic and oil on paper, 42x45 cm each.

There are so many paintings in my studio, and it is hard to make a selection. I usually paint on topographical maps which always trigger my imagination. I still remember those geographical large maps that were hung on top of the blackboard at school; I used to think about them as if they were a container, asking for some content. I wondered how rich and intensive they are; a piece of paper, called a map, that has an enormous amount of two-dimensional signs and symbols that should stand for the richness of the earth. I could have spent hours dreaming in front of those maps, waiting for the trapped images I could see inside, to stand up at my command. Then, I would redraw the maps in my mind, using the lines and signs to interweave my creatures back into the maps.

The New Beginning Series

Beginning 2, 2006, Acrylic and oil on heavy paper, 58x76 cm.
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Beginning 3, 2006, Acrylic and oil on heavy paper, 76x58 cm.
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Beginning 4, 2006, Acrylic and oil on heavy paper, 76x58 cm.

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this blog is about a life of an artist, and about painting.

I am an artist since many years. I am also a mother to three beautiful girls, 4 dogs, 2 cats, and one finchi bird.

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I live in the northern part of Israel, near the city of Haifa, and

have located my studio in a Druze minority village, a minority that lives in cooperation with the Israelis. They have the same duties and rights but have kept their closed mystic tradition and religion for hundreds of years.

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when people ask me what is my "style" in painting, I always find it hard to explain because paintings is a kind of a language for me. I see painting as a process of recollecting memories. These memories are being revived from an existential and infinite collection of memories that represents the relations and the struggles between my inner world, and the outer world, between my personal past, and my parents’ past; between my internal world, my everyday physical and mental life, and what is happening in the external world; between my individual history, and the communal, political history of the place I am living in —a place, which is saturated with wars, grief, and bereavement