When I look around my studio, I, an Israeli artist, see my paintings staring at me from the walls, from the shelves, standing on the floor or poised on the easel, and I cannot help but ask the question: "Are these the works of one artist?" With each new work I am faced with the need to choose one of the many different styles at my command, through which I may express my current thoughts or feelings. It is the experience itself which dictates the appropriate mode of expression.
For many years, as an artist living in Israel, I have painted Israeli landscapes as well as the old people of my city, Rishon-Le-Zion - playing chess in the park, or sitting idly on the sidewalk benches, their tired eyes fixed on the people strolling by. Here I try to catch the fleeting touch of sadness in an old man's face, or the hint of a smile on the dark wrinkled face of an old Yemenite woman. To capture them in paint I turn to impressionism, using swift dashes of color on canvas to create a painted symphony of all the colors of the rainbow.
Being an Israeli artist I am, at times, overwhelmed by dark thoughts about this "land of milk and honey" that has become for me a "land that devours its people", what with endless war, terrorist attacks, explosions wreaking havoc in the city squares, stabbings and suicide bombings. Then, out of sadness and suppressed anger I find myself painting works like "Hemmed in" or "Despair" (and I am really an optimist by nature). Now I must turn to surrealism-symbolism to convey the sense of fear, of mystery, and to translate this nightmare into line and color on canvas.
For me painting is a means of expressing, in a visual and interpretative form, all that I feel and experience in my life, my dreams, awake and in sleep. The touch of the paintbrush on canvas can be the gentle stroke of a lover's hand, the nervous taps of an agitated person, or the bold stabbings of a killer spurred on by a boundless rage.
My paintbrush, dipped in paint, flutters and dances before my eyes and time and time again, I am filled with awe to discover where my brush may lead me.
Born in Israel in 1944; Married and father of three; Resides in Rishon Le Zion.
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