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.


This winter

Harsh weather on the way to the studio, and heavy emotions found expression on this canvas.


Sunrise on the way to the studio


The healing sea

Nature had always been a place for my soul to expand.

These days it feels so precious.

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Movement with black and white

The need to let go emotional energy that was within and needed release was extremely powerful today.

5 paintings with black acrylic on paper 100×70 cm. were the outcome. Here is one of them


Gold on the palette

A casual glimpse at my palette revealed the depth of gold and black.

In my eyes it is a piece of art made by coincidence, it was there for me to see. That’s all.

These days of war, pain and destruction brought in me the intuitive urge to add gold to some paintings.

It felt like the necessity of light, the presence of heart.



At times the shadow arises, tries to take over, but it is just a movement in time.

Ink on canvas




Light and shadow


Light and shadow on a painting this morning.

there is sadness in the heart. There is hope things will be good.


the moment revealed in ink

The inner sensation passes from painting to painting, exposed, changed, a direct expression on paper with ink.








morning light at the studio

My favorite time at the studio is early morning.

I am fresh, clear and creativity flows through me.


Moving between tension and hope


Three that are a process


In the studio

Three that are a process

Soul meeting paper


A new color, new energy 2

When there is strong inner movement I paint one painting after another. This is another painting painted out of the release of this new fiery energy.


New Energy, a new color

A new energy erupted, a new color appeared, powerful and fiery. It is not a consuming fire, but is an inner flow of vitality and force.


Some more working materials


I brought home these special paint brushes I collected throughout the years from South Korea and Japan. They convey a special sense of smoothness and movement and a sensation of a precise expression upon the paper.



Fragility and movement


I found out through these fragile paintings that there was strength and movement in me that my outer being could hardly sense. These twig paintings revealed inner strength which echoed back to me.


Painting with twigs


The physicality of being weak drew me to paint on small paper (A4) and pushed me to try twigs as painting instruments. The amount of control I had while painting with twigs echoed the little control I felt regarding my body. Surprisingly this experience brought with it a sense of fulfillment.


Painting in the garden

These last few months I had to stay home for health reasons. Painting was a savior, a blessing. I started painting outside whenever the weather permitted. At times I used twigs and leaves I found in the garden.


Ongoing process


This painting has a long history, I began it years ago and can’t recall its starting point. Each time I painted on it a new transparent layer of white was added. The canvas has many archeological layers of different inner experiences. Now it seems like it has reached its full expression.


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New Format

A request came that I paint on a long and narrow canvas. It revealed a new and different painting experience and opened for me an intense way of expression, a swift motion that surprised me and filled me with joy.

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A couple of days ago I received an envelope full of old letters from my parent’s house that was emptied. These were my letters, written 30 years ago to my family. From the time I lived in Auroville, in the south of India.
Reading the letters opened for me the experience of the moment, the moment when I wrote the words as a young woman, filled with curiosity and the joy of life.
I was wrapped with the scent of what I loved so deeply in that other life. Wrapped in the experience of mystery, magic, falling in love with what life is, and the sense of deep inner development and an abundance of beauty. Not all of it was easy, but the letters brought back a great love for life. they expressed the experience of the moment with such vividness. They expressed the magic in life.
This is one of the paintings that came out of this.

Floor work…

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).



Paintings before a new shut- down

The paintings from this morning have a clear sense of restriction and freedom. here is a detail from one of them.


Days with complexity

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.





Corona days

Complex, heavy, intense, condensed energy


Breathing in the beauty

breathing in the beauty between lock-downs.


Light flickering

There is a feeling of life pulsing in this painting as the morning light falls upon it, as it changes every minute…

The studio moved home, Cororna days

The studio moved home – Corona Days


Ink on paper and the Sun

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, painting

The flames in the outer reality meet the inner fire.


Days of fire

Days of fire.

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Perfect imperfection

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 …


Paintings of mine in the Kyoto Museum of Art Annex

Paintings of mine exhibited in Kyoto Municipal Museum of Art Annex, Japan. At an International Exhibit of Art.


Kyoto Municipal Museum of Art Annex

The beautiful old building is where my paintings were exhibited.


What will come next?

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.


Unfolding, ‘Art Space’ Gallery, Tel Aviv

‘Unfolding’ on the walls of ‘Art Space’ Gallery in Tel Aviv.

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Detail from ‘Unfolding’

Detail from ‘Unfolding’.


Ongoing painting

The canvas roll spreads on the ground
colors are mixed
diluted yet potent
brushes chosen
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.


Seeing beauty

Moving my gaze, being open, seeing beauty.


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.



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.


Also complete

Entering the studio this morning I saw both paintings I worked on parallelly were complete.


Moves swiftly

Moves swiftly within me


Sunrise passing through 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.

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Beauty existing just in front of me moves me to a different realm, I sense the mystery, something in me is changed.


Feeling homeostassis when the painting is finished

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

Seeing both- what is above the surface and what is below.

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A thin layer of transparency

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…


Feeling change


Partial clarity

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…


Rapid movement

I saw in nature my inner movement,
I paint my inner movement and then find it in nature….


The colour of the moment

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.


Passing from one painting to the other

There was suddenly so much energy going through me, passing from one painting to the other, allowing energy to flow…


The beauty of everyday


Something passed through me

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,
Then evaporated.


Surfing between territories

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…


Out of the mist

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…


A different sight

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.


Breathing the sea at early morning

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…