My painting in oil starts from the time when, a year after coming to live in Israel, I went on the bus down to the arid and rock-sharp shores of the Sinai desert. It was August, the hottest month, and I wandered, bearded like the Biblical patriarchs, amongst the tourists and bedouin with their camels and Toyotas. I suppose I was searching for a revelation: If anywhere was the place to receive a divine message, surely Sinai was the ultimate address? Well, there came no fire from any mountain, and no divine voice. There was just the intense heat, the vast rocky landscape, and the dry breath of the desert. The most immense silence seemed to lay over and through it all.
From within the silence came an intuition which slowly, I realise now, became the beginning of an intention, but I did not understand it then. It made me go back and start to paint on the small balcony on Allenby Street in Tel Aviv. I began to try and define, in my paintings, what it was that I had been looking for in Sinai. I wanted to depict the search, the seeker, and the sought.
Deserts emerged on my canvases, mountainous, surreal and mysterious, and peopled with tiny Biblical figures; all of them, in my imagination, engaged in the same spiritual quest. And these are the themes you see in the paintings before you. I hope they communicate some mystery, an invitation to join the search, and an inkling of what is sought.