October 7, 2015 / 09:18
My masterclass at «Family Paint» had great success! Kids and parents made many funny monsters!
cool monsters made in my workshop
September 29, 2015 / 14:05
dear friends! I’ve prepared a master-class «Little Monsters’ Garden» for the upcoming Tel Aviv event «Family Paint» 30/9-3/10 — where you can make your own creatures from old book papers and parts of my paintings. Hope to see you there — with kids!
August 27, 2015 / 01:23
short movie with me and my kids, by cool video photographer Polina Lyubanovskaya
What we can’t see in that movie, is how my son in the very beginning fell down from the stairs and, therefore, had a black eye and was grumpy :-(
February 22, 2015 / 00:41
My grandma died. No, it didn’t happen today or yesterday, but a few months ago, and this is for the first time I can put it in words and write it down. When I write down things, here or elsewhere, I have a feeling that I make them a part of my personal history. Unlike memories in my mind, that can just disappear or change.
My grandma’s name was Izabella Usviatsova. This is her at the right side, first row, followed by photos of my mum, me, and then my three children in the bottom row.
It feels sometimes so strange, like I am one of her big notebooks, that she was filling up with texts, useful information and lists. I am as well full with useful information she gave me, with her stories, emotions, ideas, hugs, sweets, books, values. I still love her so much, but this love is now really useless.
October 20, 2014 / 00:04
Last week I had a birthday, and as a present got from my mum a room in a little hotel near Jerusalem. In the morning we planned to go swimming in the hotel’s pool, but then I discovered that I forgot the swimming suits, so we decided to go to the Art Museum instead. Every time I visit there, I hurry up to regional crafts parts. It is full of inspiration, design ideas, strange creatures, old legends — everything I love so much.
little treasures of Jerusalem Museum
October 4, 2014 / 00:00
My son is one year old. Here is he, standing next to his sisters in the zoo, looking at the hippo:
If you can’t see where hippo is, so this is the close up:
When I had only one child I went to a shrink. Once we started to talk about artists and their lives. I mentioned how it is usually a bohemian lifestyle, alcohol, drugs and madness. She didn’t agree, saying it is a dangerous idea, and lifestyle can be anything you want it to become. As an example, she mentioned Rembrandt, who had a loving family, big house and a lot of clients. I went home and read Rembrandt’s biography. Which is finishes with: «…As often happens in the history of art, in spite of his brilliant talent, Rembrandt died in poverty and loneliness, forgotten, useless master.»
I am, of course, not Rembrandt, but wondering, if one can become a really great artist without paying the price of madness, drugs, alcohol, disappointment in the end.
August 23, 2014 / 21:36
Breastfeeding while drawing. Drawing while breastfeeding.
May 14, 2014 / 14:33
My daughter Romy expounded yesterday her theological theory:
— God, he is not only in the sky. He is inside us. For example, inside Itay there is a Very Little God. Inside daddy there is a Big God. Inside me? Inside me there is an Average God. And inside grandpa there is an Old God.
I remember, in her age Michelle explained me her theory:
— God is a Moon. He is watching us from the sky, and these who don’t behave, he puts in car accidents.
May 4, 2014 / 02:31
I asked the girls this morning to take care of Itay, so I could sleep a little bit longer. So they did, and even documented it with my phone:
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September 25, 2013 / 16:16
Sometimes I make games and toys for my girls. I like to give them some «tools with no rules» and to see what kind of games they create themselves. A few days ago we collected together little stones on the beach, and I painted on them faces, houses, fruits, flowers, etc. It took me two evenings. Today, while we were in a coffee shop I presented the girls a tin jar with these stones:
First, they spread them on the table, to observe all the pieces:
then distributed the stones into a different groups:
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April 24, 2013 / 00:16
I have five beautiful old persian pages, which I got as a present from my friend, an amazing artist Yakov Feldman. Few of them still have some remains of illustration, in a very bad condition, though. When I told Yakov, that they are too beautiful to ruin them with my drawings, he shrugged his shoulders: «Just draw on top something. Finally, it is only a paper, you know.»
So I did. I decided to draw some scenes of our everyday life in persian style: the girls and me having a picnic in our garden, my friend Boaz gives guitar lessons to my daughter… And I don’t know what will come next on the three others :) . I enjoy so much to touch this old paper with my thin brushes, it absorbs the colors easily, but never makes them blurred. I also wonder, where can I get some more.
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