2020. Netanya. An inert shadow invaded these cloister times. The imagination, the inspiration, and the willingness to create faded. Caused, I presume, by the pandemic that affected us all differently. I dare to state that more than being disconnected of all social interaction, was that the solely connection to the outside world was a window of distress and sorrow. Regardless of some hopeful expressions of humanity, the general state of our 21st
society is discouraging. Not a word, not an idea… Lifeless scribbles.
After some “Homer Simpson lifestyle”, like an epiphany, the forgotten childhood art re-emerged to nourish the remains of more joyful times resuscitating an agonizing mind.