And then there's a world to explore

Sometimes you mumble, sometimes you cry. Every once in a while you just got to scream a bit. And slowly the feeling starts to take root that not all has to be said...

”My eyes just simply have to touch”

I make them; these days of present

push them over,

call them mine

I can see the life within you

My eyes just simply have to touch

1989

crayon on newspaper

(50 x 70)

I made this one when living in a kibbutz. Didn't have much more material than crayons and newspapers.

”Splinters of an athmosphere”

While forgotten music holds the grass,

just above its’ roots

& stops it from moving with the winds,

sure of itself

as only a child or a cat can be,

I start to like the darkness,

‘cause her thoughts are of her own

Yes, she is female

& I draw the lines between images

& feel the splinters of an athmosphere

1989

oil on linen

(30 x 40)