Hover Selfie, 8.2020, oil/canvas, 60X51cm
Hover Selfie, 8.2020, oil/canvas, 60X51cm

Over the years I've spent a good amount of time wandering around Ramat Hanadiv nature reserve near Zikhron Yaakov, seeking its treasures and discovering even more only to have it all follow me back into the world, and into the studio.

The Crying Leviathan, 6.2020, oil/canvas, 40X60cm
The Crying Leviathan, 6.2020, oil/canvas, 40X60cm

In one of the most powerful origin stories known, a letter of high importance within the nature of being went missing. From this we have ascertained that there were once two giant sea creatures populating the depths; one, however, was removed to high heaven so as not to swamp the world with offspring. The remaining creature now weeps for its lost partner, and fills the oceans with tears.

One salient night, at the height of my studies delving into Jewish thought and practice, I found myself in the studio. I had just finished fasting and praying to align my soul with the universe for Yom Kippur and was having a quick look around to collect some tools in order to begin building my sukkah... That night, in lieu of building a sukkah, I began to paint it instead.

Above the Sea, 10.2018, oil/canvas, 66X81cm
Above the Sea, 10.2018, oil/canvas, 66X81cm

Once in a while, for some reason, a chicken seems to pop out...

Surf Chicken, 7.2019, oil/canvas, 50X50cm
Surf Chicken, 7.2019, oil/canvas, 50X50cm
Moon Hole, 2.2019, oil/canvas, 50X50cm
Moon Hole, 2.2019, oil/canvas, 50X50cm

I was always intrigued by the idea that, once the moon had been chipped out from our own planet during the cataclysmic event that formed our world, a hole would have been left behind which, over time, would have been filled in and never noticed again. We take our world for granted far too easily. 

Red Balloon, 7.2020, oil/canvas, 40X50cm
Red Balloon, 7.2020, oil/canvas, 40X50cm

When I was a boy I had a book called the Red Balloon that I took with me wherever I went. I would hide in secret places to read it because doing so caused tears to trickle down my cheeks. This painting started as my two runaway dogs adventuring towards Jisr a’Zarka, an Arab town nearby on the sea. Once the balloon was painted red, however, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had joined my dogs on their quest into the unknown. 

In 2018 I began finishing some of the oil paintings I had been working on. The new works were transformative for me, connecting to past exploits into visual storytelling, but also developing many newly discovered philosophical liberties gained during studies after moving to Israel.

 

My craft has also since developed and improved, mostly having focused on painted panels in the past using glazing techniques. The new work, while still employing some glazing, relies more heavily upon direct paint application and removal.

These new processes tie, as well, into the philosophical freedoms I’ve gained since moving half-way around the planet. In many ways the methods I employ mirror the progression I have followed throughout life.

 

By gaining knowledge through the process, then removing what I recognize as obtuse, then layering information and experience once again, etc., the work becomes a story unto itself, reflecting the philosophy beneath and transforming into a window that glints light back from my own life.