My career as a ceramic artist is grounded both in my life experiences and in the fundamental values that I have come to cherish as I live...
My career as a ceramic artist is grounded both in my life experiences and in the fundamental values that I have come to cherish as I lived through these experiences. I was born in Israel in 1940 to a couple of intense parents—steeped in the folk traditions, the music, the aromas, and the landscapes of the Balkans—after they had abandoned their home country and made an Israeli Kibbutz their home. That Kibbutz, situated on a stony hill overlooking Mount Carmel, first connected me to the Earth. In that Kibbutz, I walked on hard gravel and smelled its dryness; only to walk on it again, up to my knees in mud, smelling its wetness; only to walk on it again to smell the early flowers sprouting out of the now drying gravel. It was these early experiences on the Carmel hills that made Earth my medium of choice. Not concrete, nor glass, nor plastic, nor steel—all materials associated with cities and their artifacts—spoke to me as clearly as the clay of the Earth, a material so alive with possibi