I start each work by writing directly on the paper or canvas.  I write until words lose their meaning. I get to a point where only making marks with paint seems to make sense. I clear the way, inside myself, to where logic, reason and language no longer reign. The process of layer upon layer, expresses a search. It becomes a process in which I, literally, live through the painting emotionally. I have no preconceived concept; no intellectual armor; no image in mind when I start to work. One mark follows another and the paintings become layers of experience. The work becomes a place to hold the mysteries of memory; loss; love; beauty and fantasy matched by a sense of wonder and awe. 

My parents survived Auschwitz. I was one of the first children born in the DP camp at Bergen-Belsen. As a result, I feel that the existential questions of life are ever present. Upon moving to Jerusalem five years ago, the search to understand these questions has taken on a new depth and breadth. The Jerusalem light and beauty are like no other.  The search for light,  beauty and meaning drives each painting. Each painting becomes a promise of “something more”.

Living and painting in Jerusalem fulfills my dream of expressing the survival of beauty.