5 years of endless train rides to work, between Binyamina and Tel-aviv, led to an obsessive reading of the cultural section of the "Haaretz Newspaper":Galeria- as a mean of escapism.
I virtually visited almost every exhibition I read about in those years, in Israel and abroad.
While day dreaming on the train I went to all the festivals, shows, dance performances, Biennales, Triennales and Quadriennales...
But of course only virtually.
The hectic mother/wife/working combination didn't leave much time for the live show.
I was "deflated" of time and energy to visit a REAL MUSEUM, while my bag "inflated" and became a living archive of all read and unread newspapers.
It took quite a while, but eventually I began visiting those "chosen exhibitions" myself.
Well not many of them , but still, I felt a change of wind and the desire to experience this change, which was nurtured for quite a while, was at last out there in the open.
This led to my first collages....
They were very decorative and naives, mostly flower motifs.
Quite quickly the naive and cheerful themes were replaced with issues I had been consciously avoiding for quite a while; death, secrets, fears....