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April 22, 2018 / 01:23
More than 5 months ago
Around Shaviv
The place I spent my teenage years was far from being aesthetic paradise. Actually, it was (and stays) a real slams. Municipality has some plans to take it all down and build a regular middle-class neighborhood. But right now, just as 20 years ago, these houses are still here. They are so ugly, that has even some kind of old charm.
Back then, this dispiriting landscape around wasn’t bothering me. I was concentrated onmyself my friends and our relationship, fantasy books (reading Hobbit and Lord of the Rings again and again), and drawing comics with little creatures, which my mum still keep in a box on top of her cupboard. Not the creatures, of course, the comics.
Now I like to believe I see the real things as they are. I have to see it, because now I am a responsible grown up. We all have to. But sometimes, especially when I am walking around with my kids I enjoy to look through my personal kaleidoscope. Then I can turn this:
into this:
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Back then, this dispiriting landscape around wasn’t bothering me. I was concentrated on
Now I like to believe I see the real things as they are. I have to see it, because now I am a responsible grown up. We all have to. But sometimes, especially when I am walking around with my kids I enjoy to look through my personal kaleidoscope. Then I can turn this:
into this:
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October 9, 2016 / 16:32
More than year ago
my genes :)
My kids sometimes create really cool illustrations. Ok, every parent is sure that his kids are genius, but for my opinion this funny bird is great, so we printed a t-shirt with it.
more photos
more photos
December 14, 2015 / 10:10
More than 2 years ago
broken arm
Six weeks ago I broke my left arm at throwball training, just before my team had it’s first game in a national league. A day before I thought to myself, that I wish it was less pressure on me with all the projects I took on myself, and more help at home… and so I got it in this twisted way. I spent very, very long six weeks with medical plaster cast, contemplating what should be changed. I also noticed that:
a) even though it was a huge pressure before, nothing horrible happened to any of my projects
b) my husband can really cook (why didn’t I break my arm 10 years ago?))
c) almost everything can be done with one hand
d) when I forced not to drive, I walk 2 hours a day more, than usual
However, how great is to be already without that plaster cast, finally!
* and btw, you can see a little drama at one of the photos :-0
October 7, 2015 / 09:18
More than 2 years ago
Monsters! Monsters! Monsters!
My masterclass at «Family Paint» had great success! Kids and parents made many funny monsters!
cool monsters made in my workshop
cool monsters made in my workshop
August 27, 2015 / 01:23
More than 3 years ago
Just a summer day in our garden
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 :-(
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 :-(
July 12, 2015 / 09:51
More than 3 years ago
3 days in Paris
One feels inclined to say that the intention that man should be “happy” is not included in the plan of “Creation.”
SIGMUND FREUD, Civilization and Its Discontents
February 22, 2015 / 00:41
More than 3 years ago
all the same, minus grandma
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
More than 3 years ago
Finding little treasures in big museums
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
little treasures of Jerusalem Museum
October 4, 2014 / 00:00
More than 3 years ago
Can artist have a normal life?
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.
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
More than 4 years ago
I think, I can do anything with one hand :-)
Breastfeeding while drawing. Drawing while breastfeeding.
May 14, 2014 / 14:33
More than 4 years ago
Romy and God
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
More than 4 years ago
New toy
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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