Catalogue
Original Works
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New series: My DSM →Urban Jungle
MIXED MEDIA ON RAW LINEN
Urban Jungle was born after a visit to the zoo with my daughter. The painting unfolds like a dream, a tangle of new experiences alongside memories, and above all, the healing of past trauma through the joy of watching my daughter grow. This is how the little girl in me is healed: by becoming a child again, coming down to her eye level and lingering in those first moments of discovery and curiosity.
Le Cirque du Chaos
MIXED MEDIA ON RAW LINEN
This work captures an internal circus performance, moments when the mind overflows with thoughts, crazy ideas, and endless motion. The turbulent energy and rich color palette translate onto the canvas into a living, breathing spectacle that gathers the noise and finds order within the storm. Mixed media of Acrylic paints and Oil pastels on raw linen.
Late Bloomer
MIXED MEDIA ON LINEN
A lyrical mixed media painting on linen that expresses the beauty that evokes from layers of life experience and the search for a meaningful path. Balances abstraction with botanical imagery. Soft washes of blue, white, and blush create an airy field, while a vivid hibiscus and hovering hummingbird introduce movement, contrast, and a sense of fleeting wonder. Layered marks, drips, and drawn lines give the composition a contemporary, expressive presence.
Rare.
MIXED MEDIA ON CANVAS WITH GOLD LEAF
The "Sticky Rose" is a critically endangered flower found in the Golan Heights. Its fragile existence feels like a mirror to the moments in life I find myself desperate to hold and stop time. The ones that are beautiful precisely because they are slipping away. This painting is my way of capturing that bittersweet tension between the joy of witnessing something so rare, and the ache of knowing it's not going to last forever, and life is too short.
Rare II
MIXED MEDIA ON PAPER
This piece was inspired by the opening of a lotus flower: A breathtaking, fleeting moment that happens at a specific time of day. It serves as an allegory for those beautiful, very short moments in life, and especially in parenthood, that are so easy to miss if you aren't paying close attention. They happen in a heartbeat, and then they are gone. This painting is my reminder to slow down, to notice, and to be fully present before it fades.
Null and Void I
MIXED MEDIA ON CANVAS
Fish, a protective, energetic symbol, drifts through deep-ocean colors, with Hamsa patterns hidden in a soft, yellow, pastel layer. I painted this to express my constant inner dilemma. As an internal ritual, a desperate attempt to find control when the thoughts get too loud. This is the first piece from my upcoming collection, Null and Void. layering acrylic and oil.
Art is Better Made in the Night
ACRYLIC ON CANVAS — DIPTYCH
A diptych that was born in the city's quietest hours. When the world falls asleep, the constant mental noise finally finds its rhythm. This work is the physical manifestation of the ADHD mind, where the chaos of the day transforms into a steady, uninterrupted flow. It is about the relief of letting go and allowing the art to travel from my mind to the canvas without resistance. Private collection. Available as a fine art print.
When You Feel Gray, Wear Gold
MIXED MEDIA WITH MILLENNIUM GOLD PIGMENT
This piece is an inner conversation between the imposter-like, low self-esteem artist and the proud, out-there artist. Built with millennium gold pigment, it traces the fight to show up, and the quiet success of actually being there. Unlike monochromatic stillness, this work is where I choose to stand my ground and find my way out through color. Private collection. Available as a fine art print.
Series
My DSM
Oil pastel & mixed media on paper · 2026
The DSM is the manual psychiatrists use to name what goes on inside our heads. This is mine: a private diagnostic manual, drawn by hand.
Cutlery that must be sorted by category in the dishwasher. A toothbrush already replaced twice this week. Time dripping out of the clock. Objects from my home, and also the shapes my OCD and ADHD take.
The works are made alongside CBT therapy, where I am learning to break the rules I wrote for myself. On paper I break them, in thick layers of oil pastel, with a quick hand that has stopped hiding. It is a still life that refuses to stay still, between control and the moment it slips, between pain and humor, and amid it all, a daily attempt to be a good enough mother.
Healing
OIL PASTEL ON PAPER
A woman holds in her arms everything that overwhelms her: spoons, forks, a toothbrush, a melting clock, a shirt. She doesn't tidy it, and she doesn't get rid of it. She embraces it.
Toss-Brush
OIL PASTEL ON PAPER
A toothbrush replaced, and another, and another. The bin fills up with almost-new brushes. The title plays on toothbrush and toss, as in throw away.
Sorted by Category
OIL PASTEL ON PAPER
Spoons, forks and a knife float around my head, each in its fixed place. What should be sorted in the dishwasher is sorted in my head.
Maternity Leave
OIL PASTEL ON PAPER
A baby at the breast, a phone in one hand, a basket of laundry spilling over. The name promises a break. The painting tells another story.
A Good Enough Mother
OIL PASTEL ON PAPER
A good enough mother lets her daughter watch TV, because she needs a moment for herself. Then she feels bad about it, and paints the TV falling. Winnicott's phrase is written on the paper, like a reminder.
Time Blinded
OIL PASTEL ON PAPER
A figure sits on a melting clock, her head inside a silver cloud. Around her, the windows of a city that keeps moving without her. This is time blindness from the inside: the minutes don't disappear, they just can't be seen.
Less Than
MIXED MEDIA ON ILLUSTRATION BOARD
For years I walked around feeling something was wrong with me. I rode my bike all over Tel Aviv, mostly feeling less than everyone else. Who am I? The only question I kept asking.
Spaced Out
MIXED MEDIA ON ILLUSTRATION BOARD
A figure sits with a cloud where her head should be. Brain fog, written right at her feet. An ordinary day with ADHD.
Fourth Trimester
OIL PASTEL ON PAPER
In the months after birth we were one body. Two heads pressed together, limbs tangled, and me unable to let go. A small work, as small as she was then, about a symbiosis that is hard to leave.
Astronaut
OIL PASTEL ON PAPER
As a child they called me the astronaut, because I was always floating somewhere else. Now she drifts through the night sky in striped socks. A moment of release, or of losing control. At night it's hard to tell which.