There are many journeys to take, follow me on this road, back to where we belong.
For several years I have traveled to Israel and come closer and closer to the understanding of a word that came to me during a dark autumn day 2010 in Stockholm. The Beginning, little did I know that this word would take me on an endless journey. The first the word showed to me was the Shabbat and it was during the first Shabbat that I celebrated alone that open the door for me to a settable full of blessings and deeper knowledge.
The four species
So, was the forbidden fruit an etrog, fig or an apple ...? no one knows what it is for kind of fruit, perhaps it does not exist on earth today. For me, it is the story in its entirety that inspires me, not to forget where we come from.. and attached ourselves with truthness
See the beauty of the life of every living thing
See the beauty of the living fruit attached to its branch in the tree
See the beauty of Jerusalem, a jewel attached to Israel...
That is why I paint living fruit on its branches connected to the tree, not fruit in a bowl. This one is one of the trees in Israel, the figtree painted in oil. The other painting is Ancestors in oil on canvas.