Thirty Triangles. Gouache, 46 x 61 cm. (18″ x 24″)
שלושים משולשים, 2017. גואש 46 * 61
Inspired by the “Crazy Quilts” traditionally made by African American women.
The composition, with its two, not quite balanced halves and with arrows pointing all over, defies all logic. But it works.
Still Life with Marbles, 2017. Gouache on paper, 46 x 61 cm.
Once again, I revisited an old old theme, with new knowledge about colors.
Still Life, 2017, gouache on paper, 46 x 61 cm
The Tempest #1, 2017. Gouache on Claybord. 46 x 91.5 cm.
Good friends with good eyes are important. I painted this pair a year ago (the work on the previous post as well). But something prevented me from showing them.
I had wanted to capture the contrast between the interior tempest that I/we often feel, and the cultured, refined and well tempered face that we present to the world. Both facades are truly representative. Neither lie. My goal was to allow them to live together, on this board.
A few weeks ago I invited my art teacher and friend Orna Milo, to the studio. She recommended that I stop listening to other noises focus on that story. After a mere half hour of eliminated extraneous sounds, the pair were completed.
The Tempest #2, 2017. Gouache on Claybord. 46 x 91.5 cm.
Cypresses 2017. gouache on Claybord Like the work posted last week, I painted this many months ago, but wasn’t sure if I was satisfied. I reworked both paintings last week.
Something about the relative emptiness of the center, and stronger contrasts to the far left and right, spoke to me. I am not sure of what my point was… something about not looking for significance where it is “supposed to be”?
Or that there can be competing ideas of significance? With neither winning the arm wrestle?
Natural Forest #1, 2016
Gouache on paper, 46 x 61 cm. Sold
חורש טבעי #1, 2016
גואש על נייר, 46 * 61. נמכר
Israel’s natural forest is low, small trees, with small hard leaves. We have none of the towering straight lines of the wet north. Like everything else here, our trees like complex multiple trunks. That is, other than the planted forests of the JNF, with their imported pines standing in even spaced rows.
When we were still engaged, hiked in the mountains of the Western Galilee. The path climbed down a steep ravine with one of the healthiest natural woodlands in the country. I was enthralled by the deep damp shade and barely passable maze of the oak trunks. There, near the ground, I found coolness on that oven hot day.
Sloshing through the Bezet stream, we crossed paths with an older gentleman, wearing a suit and tie, feathered fedora and wet rolled up trousers.
“Did you see that “Yekke” hiking a suit? I asked.”
“Ah, he is a relative.”
I often paint trees. If all paintings are actually self portraits, than one of trees is even more so. In this series, I am not investigating the solitary tree trunk, but rather trees as a part of an ecology. I am investigating man as defined and enriched by the surrounding landscape of his life choices.
Painted from memory of that hike.
Natural Forest #2, 2016
Gouache on paper, 46 x 61 cm.
חורש טבעי #2
גואש על נייר, 46 * 61
Gouache and multimedia on panels, 46 x 96.5 cm
Bab el Wad in Arabic, Shaar Hagai in Hebrew, the Gate of the Ravine was a battle site during the siege of Jerusalem in 1948.
The sole road connecting the Jewish majority in Jerusalem was cut off here, as it winded up the mountains. The water supply was cut as well, both at the Yarkon springs, and at pumping station within the ravine.
My in-laws met at ages 5 and 8, while waiting on line for their water ration, during on of the pauses in shelling. She was living in her home. He was staying with relatives across the street.
His apartment building was bombed, and the Jordanian army had reached their courtyard. His first grade teacher was on the roof, with a sten gun, and pinned the Jordanians down, to allow the residents to flee in their pajamas, across a rocky field.
The one and half lane road from 1948, is now being widened again, to 6 lanes. So once again we are under siege, from the construction crews.