I share with you the process of my work which is the process of life. The feeling, sensing, seeing and the surprise that exists in being aware of the moment and of change.
I paint on the ground, I approach the painting from any direction that calls me. one painting leads to another and yet another, till the wave of energy is over, all is expressed.
Today after I painted on paper I felt the need to start a new canvas, and finally after long months of paper paintings only I had a new canvas to paint on (Corona times left me with no new canvases in the studio).
The paintings from this morning have a clear sense of restriction and freedom. here is a detail from one of them.
There are different movements within, but the presence of light is there.
There’s a distracted mood this morning, I decided to paint from this energy that is still not clear to me. I felt the need to use my big round paintbrush, to sense the hard bristles, feel the definite strength, unrefined. I love it, it brings the sensation of smearing the paint in a circular way, I feel the resistance and then from the murky paint blotches there is movement…
I am aware of the echoing of the movement of the brush within, more than I understand what it all means.
breathing in the beauty between lock-downs.
There is a feeling of life pulsing in this painting as the morning light falls upon it, as it changes every minute…
Complex, heavy, intense, condensed energy
Entering the studio with sunrise my eyes lay on the play of golden light on the ink brushstrokes on the large paper laying on the ground. Capturing the moment with the camera is the same for me as being one with the inner movement.
Days of fire.
The flames in the outer reality meet the inner fire.
Seeing such perfect imperfection in nature is so uplifting for me. A tree in a forest in Japan.
“Wabi-sabi (侘寂) is a world view centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection. The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is “imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete”.
The way I paint resonates this world view. The painting is never planned, The brush strokes and marks are what they are, they go through their own development on the canvas or paper, the colors might mix or bleed into each other, the layers are opaque or transparent, life develops on the canvas through the movement that exists in me at the present moment. revealing itself …
The beautiful old building is where my paintings were exhibited.
Paintings of mine exhibited in Kyoto Municipal Museum of Art Annex, Japan. At an International Exhibit of Art.
What will come next?
this is a second Unfolding large canvas,
Pretty much as long as my studio.
I feel the subtle excitement within,
it will find it’s way through me by color and movement directly on to the canvas …
as in life my painting reveals itself with time
it is the sensation of the moment that unfolds it.
Detail from ‘Unfolding’.
‘Unfolding’ on the walls of ‘Art Space’ Gallery in Tel Aviv.
The canvas roll spreads on the ground
colors are mixed
diluted yet potent
music is there in my head now filling the studio,
the movement within the body sweeping into dance upon the white canvas.
And sometimes I need silence, vast, a sense of Genesis.
Moving my gaze, being open, seeing beauty.
Entering the studio this morning I saw both paintings I worked on parallelly were complete.
The newest painting. I worked on it yesterday and left when it was wet and on the floor, This morning I saw it. it was complete.
This is a canvas with a long history. It had gone through many “life times”, many stages. I needed courage to re-enter it each time. Each time not knowing how the painting will develop, where it will take me. It has changed over and over again, leaving scarce traces of the previous stage. Finally the process revealed the outburst of strong energy that knows.
Moves swiftly within me
I could’nt take a picture of the incredible sunrise I saw on my way, but it flew into the painting I am working on. The magical light went through me.
something new, awakening, filling me, expanding.
Beauty existing just in front of me moves me to a different realm, I sense the mystery, something in me is changed.
I know when a painting is finished when I sense homeostasis within. There is no longer a need or an urge to touch it, to enter it.
I am with it as an observer. It feels whole.
Seeing both- what is above the surface and what is below.
The word transparency came to my mind as I sat with the first coffee of the day. Why did it come? Is it because of the night’s dreams that evaporated leaving a thin transparent layer almost undetected on my consciousness? a sensation of knowing – not knowing that feels strange. Things are happening within me and I cannot recall or know all of them…a thin layer of transparency …
This small painting passed through so many fazes till it became what it should…
Haze is the sensation I experience at present. Thinking of it I know it is true. Clarity is partial, revealing something and covering something, then revealing something else which turns into movement and evaporates…
I saw in nature my inner movement,
I paint my inner movement and then find it in nature….
There is a specific color waiting. And once I have touched it (reached it), everything unfolds. Just like the right key to a locked case. And this color streams through me, and passes on from one canvas to another, from one painting to the next. Till it stops. The exact color of the soul at a certain time… Color and movement.
There was suddenly so much energy going through me, passing from one painting to the other, allowing energy to flow…
Something passed through me, leaving a veil of knowing.
Vibrating without a reason, leaving transparent tracks then a residue of awareness,
Something settled in me,
I am in a space between worlds. Aware of the movement occurring within. Gliding, not in frenzy but with awareness. Surfing between inner territories and painting territories, is it all the same?
I took out one of the latest paintings and I’m sitting facing it. Absorbing each of its sides, standing up, turning it, allowing the painting to penetrate me. It no longer matters what I felt and experienced while painting it. It is an existing surface, a surface with trails of movement, paths of color.
When I took it out of the pile of canvases facing the wall I didn’t know if it was finished. It demanded observing. It demanded not knowing, just like a new person viewing a painting he has never seen, looking with openness, allowing what is happening on the canvas to touch me. Touch me anew each time I look at it…
The solid image disappeared. There is a calling into a deeper unknown place. a place not yet understood. The wild, virgin place where underground currents are covered with mist then revealed…
It took me some time to realize that I don’t need to be in the studio and paint in order to do my art.
sometimes I need to step out… absorb, refill…
Today I painted with eyes that don’t see. The blurriness in the eyesight gave freedom to the painting that has nothing to do with sight.