When I visited the neighborhood where I grew up in the early years of my childhood, after 50

years, I was flooded with emotion and I found the way to express them through brush and

paint. The big tree, which is still there, symbolizes the strong roots that my parents gave me,

with Emumah and Yiras Shamayim, and although they are not amongst us anymore, their

branches are still growing and blooming. The houses on the horizon are filled with the light

of my sweet childhood memories, and although the neighborhood has changed a lot, I still

connect and remember the places that touched me so much.