After 35 years of teaching art, I returned to painting, not as an instructor, but as a learner again. For decades, the classroom shaped how I saw art: through patience, repetition, and the quiet joy of watching others find their form. But my return to colour is also a return after profound loss. In the violence of the genocide in Gaza, everything I had created before, decades of work, sketches, and memories, was burned. My studio, once a home for stories, was reduced to ashes and rubble. What survived was not the art, but the need to make it.

In this new chapter, I approach the canvas with the same humility, but also with a different kind of urgency, searching for a balance between memory and light, between grief and possibility. My works today are mostly acrylic on canvas, exploring colour, texture, and emotion as languages that don’t require translation. 

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