I was born in 1944 in Switzerland where my parents fled from Florence to escape from the racial laws and discrimination of the German occupation. After the war my family returned to Florence where I lived until the age of 12. Later I moved to Turin to study at the Jewish College and afterward to Milan where for the first time I could earn my living. When I look back on my life, I always remember my love for art in all its shapes and I understand that art had a very important role in my life well before I began to draw seriously at the age of eighteen.
In 1968 I decided to move to Israel and chose to live on Maagan Michael, the kibbutz where I live until today.
Art and drawing became one of the main interests in my daily life especially after I was accepted to the studies at Ein Hod, an artists’ village that Marcel Yanko established. This was during the 1970s and I remember many of my teachers who were important in those times – Ora and Yosef Shaltiel, Claire Yaniv and Yochanan Simon; I learned the art of color from Shmuel Raayoni and Shmuel Bonnėh and Marcel Janco through his observations also passed on some of his art and gave me his special touch that affected my first works.
I worked in the kibbutz factory every day of my life, I raised 6 children and today take care of my grandchildren, surrounded always by the wonderful nature that inspires me every day. Slowly I managed to develop feelings and love for the different colors which are the basis of my paintings: colors are the expressions of my life and my moods, the happiest and most peaceful but also the most tragic – such as the loss of my son, Naor. The colors still manage to surprise me and from time to time I find a few brushstrokes of optimism even in those with the darkest of my feelings.
“There are so many beautiful things in the world: flowers and animals, people, and landscapes. And those who open their eyes see at least 100 wonderful things every day!” (Leah Goldberg)