About
On one October evening in 1956, I was standing by our kitchen doorstep in Tel Aviv. A red silhouette of my father in a dark room light appeared to me. A siren sound came suddenly from afar, the lights went out, and a deep fear overtook me. That is my first memory, my first step into reality.
My father acquired a Rolleiflex camera, and I was permitted to play with it. I was captivated by the mirrored world displayed in the square frosted glass. I still cherish the memory of experiencing inner calm while framing and defining my protected space in that way. Finally, I had control over something in our home, a home haunted by secret memories of the Second World War. I grew up with lots of questions which were never answered, where fiction and reality were mixed, and where conversation was not a communication vehicle.
Out of that lack of communication, I developed a visual language that expresses my observations. By discovering and framing a composition, capturing and processing it, I hope to create images that evoke interest in viewers open for a meditative moment.