PHILOSOPHY OF SPONTANEOUS IMAGE-MAKING WITHIN AN ENVIRONMENT A wide sandy beach off the Atlantic Ocean was my first studio. Throughout my childhood, I played there, sculpting and drawing in the sand. I was unaware that countless generations of children before me, even centuries ago, had played on this same beach with this same sand, and created forms, mounds, tunnels and holes, that probably resembled my own. The children of my generation had limited art materials and often p

It’s Monday. Gali appears at the doorway in her pyjamas. “Slime!” The glue cap is stuck, it has been fused to its body since last Monday....

Turmoil in the room – wet sand, a pool of glue, newspapers, hammer and nails. Paint stains on the carpet and on my skirt. I’m on the...

Crammed in the protected room with my partner, my patient, my son and my grandchildren My partner, my patient, and I lean on the concrete...