My Grandmother Desk

Exile

Fear

Getto

Together

The land that Glimmer from afar

Glimmering

Glimmering Leaves

Glimmering Sea

Contrast Sand

Blurry lines

Sandy Hill

through the desert

Colorful Dream

The Book

Jacob's ladder

Orange Sunset

Red Flowers

Orange Trees

Habotnim Street

Raindrops

Blue Rain

Sunrays

Hidden

All That is Left

Vivid War

Staying Afloat

Reflection

Magic Light

Magic Drops

Fly Away

The Big Day

Shabbat Table

Getting Ready

Fallen Mangos

Mangos

Trees from Below

Letter

On Our Journey Home

In “On our Journey Home”, the stories I heard from fascinating people, all the correspondence I flipped through, and all the books I read, are slowly turning into pictures. I visually describe the migration of my family from Europe to Israel in 1933. I sketch the feelings and dreams of my grandparents beginning in the Diaspora: the fears and insecurities involved with life in Europe at the time, the harsh realities of war and disease, the physical and spiritual challenges. The story continues on for five generations, to include the experience of life for my family in Israel today, including my own strong memories, including the mesmerizing aroma of citrus groves full of mangoes and oranges blooming on Habotnim Street in Pardes Hanna. The life we have built there is wonderful, far beyond anything my grandparents imagined more than a hundred years ago.

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