I was born on a kibbutz: a settlement surrounded by the stark beauty of the Israeli desert. At a young age I discovered the magic of color, the power of a line and the wonder of imagination. I was a loner, happily daydreaming while painting.
I moved with my father to Tel Aviv. I had an annual pass to the Museum of Art where I spent hours gazing at the masterpieces. It became my art class – my favorite playground. I collected art books and studied the masters such as Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo and Vincent van Gogh. On my twelfth birthday I received a set of oil paints. In my mind’s eye I can still see the beautiful black leather box containing paints and brushes.
After completing a two-year service in the Israel Defense Forces, I traveled to New York. While touring the city, I visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art where I encountered the work of Salvador Dalí for the first time. I was awestruck. That night I had a vivid dream – in it, a child was tied to a balloon, grasping her parents’ hands. I immediately sketched it and knew I had crossed into the world of Surrealism for good.
I paint in solitude – no sound, no distractions. I learned to listen to my inner voice. I paint by soul, never bending to trends or criticism. I live true to my wonderful obsession. Each new painting is an adventure. It takes me on an untraveled path. The painting is finished when it tells me that we have arrived.
It has been my good fortune to be well-received internationally. People who love my art come from all walks of life. They tell me that they find their own stories in my paintings.
They tell me that my art touches their soul.
For that, I am grateful.