color
I grew up in a colorful community. Everyone had a hippie look, full of jewelry. It was part of the atmosphere.
The people were colorful, Judaism was colorful, everything was alive and colorful.
In my work, I come from this place and go to it - a place where everything is colorful, alive, changing and dancing.
When I studied visually, there was something about the approach that felt alien to me. So different from the place and my motivation to create and connect. And it froze me.
I had some video art exercise there, and I just didn't know where to start. So the teacher suggested I borrow a world I was connected to.
At that time I was working at festivals doing body makeup, so I tried to bring the makeup, the body, and the use of color into the video. A work was created that I called Hide the Face, and I felt like I had finally managed to bring something complete, something that I loved. Color combinations, decorations, a burst of happy colorfulness and creativity. It made me realize how connected I am to color and material.
This is my rebellion. The rebellion of color in grayness and sadness.
