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)

Then came a time of trying, finding ways to speak with paint

When the smell of oilpaint first passed my nostrils, took a turn to the left and decided to stay...

”Her silence”

The water did her flowing

turning, twirling to the left

She watched

Her feet embraced

the surface of a flat stone

Her fingers watched her

from strange positions in the water

Stopped watching

when she felt her thoughts dragged out

The stream was grinning

Ruthless sun burning

Invisible voices stopped for a moment

& her silence held it all between two fingers

1988

oil on canvas

(40 x 50)

”I’ve got three voices to talk to thin air

Not one of them needs to be heard”

1988

oil on canvas

(65 x 80)

”Will I sleep on a mirror tonight

& break it with my dreams?”

1988

oil on linen

(65 x 80)

The last ones both have been sold. The second one really was a trade for a cooler, that, after a very long and succesfull carreer finally passed away. Softly. With a smile on it's door.