I live a complex life – a Polish Jew, ex-Israeli, and now an Italian from the South of Italy. All these are my true identities, as is my gender, my profession and my various roles within my family, with friends and in the community. I move and sometimes get lost among these identities. They are all interwoven, as is everything else in my life and in all life as I perceive it and draw it.
Why I draw?
I do not draw in order to analyze myself or express a mood. I obey a need, I communicate my feelings and perception and share them. A picture often seems to begin almost by itself. The figures emerge from the ink demanding to exist, almost asking to be seen and acknowledged as living creatures, whether they are humans, animals, plants, or objects. . The world seems wonderfully complex and multifaceted to me. The drawing is finished when I know that everything was said and there is nothing else to say. Finally, the last part comes – my signature. A little drawing somewhere at the bottom, sometimes just one figure sometimes with my double. I then become aware that I have said “it” as “it” is.
