In one of my classes in college, my art teacher asked me to remove the black color from the scale. “You escape there too quickly, do without it,” he said. By challenging me he was, in essence, the first person who gave me the option to take the black out of my life.

After I graduated, I moved to Tel Aviv and started working in advertising agencies. Since I lived with roommates, the disorder became far more burdensome. The side effects worsened: frequent dental treatments, hair loss, and a stop of the menstrual cycle.
Before I turned 30 I went on to live by myself. The disease escalated, self-beating and austerity were an inseparable part of my life. I did not believe I would reach the age of thirty, and suddenly, to my great surprise, I passed that age. Now What? I had no dreams for the future or long-term plans.

One day, a good friend told me that I should add a painting of a relationship to the apartment. I decided to draw something spontaneously using leftover wall paints and in a new style. Thus, the first painting which opened the door to many more was born.
For a whole year, I painted in every spare moment, before and after work, on weekends and holidays – any free time was devoted to painting.
In the beginning, the paintings were cynical. But gradually I opened up and allowed myself to dream. I let my subconscious speak, not the rationale.