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My Little Jewish Time Capsule, a Kitchen Mural

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While visiting the Vatican in Rome I was able to to see Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel ceiling. It’s difficult spiritually for a Jew to enter such a Catholic place, but it was well worth it to do so as an artist.

During this particular trip exploring Italy, seeing many murals and paintings, I came away with inspiration to begin again to paint. It had taken me four years to find my inspiration after moving to Israel, and what I found since arriving began to flow out in an utter mess across my kitchen cabinets.

Without a studio to develop my thoughts and practice in, the 'typically' constructed Israeli kitchen cabinets became my canvas—and what better place to begin to paint the Jewish version of events than in my kitchen! The mural is right next to the table we share with our family and friends, and our own personal symbol of the Holy Temple that the entire world lost ... thousands of years ago. My thoughts? Well ... literally, yeah: לחיים! 

Starry Night Sky on Attic Bedroom Ceiling 

I imagined looking up from my own bed as a child, watching the heavens above shimmer and glow with the imaginings of my mind, my young soul illuminating the world around me, and watching the stars falling from above to way down below... So, with my imagination in tow, I painted it for a young boy I know, in an attic bedroom of his very own. 

Painted with laytex and acrylic paints over a period of 5 days.

Wave Wall and Skate Park on Home Office Walls 

This wave wall was painted for my good friend, who contributed in the formation of my "business" making art. I tapped into our friendship in order to paint his vision, combined with mine... Yes, a home office space for Google Meets and whatnot was born! Our friendship has expanded over years, from the time I first moved to Israel, when he helped me build my (at the time) budding carpentry business by building 'with me' a mini-ramp, coping and all, for skateboarding in his front yard (in the days before the local skatepark). From SoCal to MedSurf, my friend has been there to help me tap into my youth, my roots, full circle, all the way back to both of us having grown up at the beach in Southern California. 

Some of My Earliest Works

As a young lad I was mostly interested in ceramics, spending hours and hours building hand sculptures and throwing pottery on the wheel. The process was transformative for me, and, really, I never completely left it behind as I learned to work in other mediums. Ceramics did return to the forefront of my work for a brief time while I was an undergrad in Santa Barbara, but, ultimately, I found that art was so much more than just forming ideas in clay.


I branched out energetically for the first time with painting while attending Orange Coast College in Southern California, when, with a child-hood friend's help, I welded a gallon thinner-can onto a pipe-built tripod and called it a movie camera. Then, for my final project in the same course, I learned to sew from my mom and grandmother in order to create a life-size self-portrait soft sculpture. I remember understanding intuitively why I considered these projects "paintings," but left the actual explanation to the course's instructor - who understood like I did, intuitively, but like me, was unable to express the idea to the rest of the class.


This was my initial discovery that making art was much more than the formal and commercial concepts I had been taught in high school, or at a local art school that I'd spent time attending. It was during this time, before some of my adventures vagabonding around North America and Europe, that I became interested in experimental art forms, beginning to make art as an integral process of living.


Within inspired waking moments on the edge of the road, always reaching out towards a wilderness unseen, creativity in life slowly became me. Looking back now, graciously, this awareness of living art and of art living has extended across my life, and has lovingly, thankfully, become the map that I've learned to follow that underlays the time I've been granted to inhabit our world, and the thing which allows me to continue to cling. 

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