Reaching 61 this year, I am beginning my journey into an older age. I am letting go and embracing, reaching up and digging deeper, expecting less and wanting more, I am walking and gathering, questioning and answering, challenging and reassuring, complicating and simplifying all at the same time.
This latest body of work, a recent exhibit at The Maine Jewish Museum, called Kabbalat Ohr is much more of a conversation than a distillation. I spend a lot of time in quiet repose, holding a position, waiting to receive whatever happens next. I am trying to receive and gather the flickering lights that encircle and illuminate us everyday at every moment.
I have turned to my spiritual teachers for this body of work. They are Jewish mystics both ancient and modern. Jewish mysticism is concerned with spiritual awareness and the connections between creation, the Divine world and the human realm. While it is a complicated body of knowledge and I am far from being a mystical expert, it is not beyond the reach of my paint palette. I have asked the painter and the G-d wrestler inside me to listen, do battle, to hold back, to step into the breach and be in the moment.