The Gallery
Sound of the Shofar
Oil on Canvas · 48 × 60
THE INSPIRATION
There is something deeply moving about painting the sound of the shofar— a call that reaches beyond words, connecting us to generations past and inspiring us to look toward the future with faith and hope.
This piece captures the strength of the ancient stones of the Kotel, the beauty of tradition, and the quiet moments of connection we carry in our hearts. May the shofar’s voice awaken our souls and remind us of the promise of renewal, unity, and brighter days ahead.
People of the Book
Oil on canvas · 11 × 14
THE INSPIRATION
Books have always fascinated me. I carry them with me wherever I go—usually far too many for any one trip. Just in case. They make my suitcase heavier, but somehow, they always feel worth bringing.
Perhaps there is something deeply Jewish in that attachment to books—to learning, questioning, searching, and always wanting to know a little more.
A Dance for David
Oil on Canvas · 48 × 36
THE INSPIRATION
Motzei Shabbos at Kever David — a weekly celebration filled with music, dancing, and joy. People from every walk of life seemed to come together in one place, united in celebration of King David.
The white-bearded man at the center was a familiar presence there, someone who returned again and again. There was something magnetic about him, and I found myself drawn to his presence.
The experience stayed with me so deeply that I returned the following year. I took photograph after photograph, trying to capture the movement, the light, the energy, and the extraordinary feeling of connection.
This painting grew from those photographs and from my memory of that night—not as a literal record of what I saw, but as an attempt to capture what I felt:
joy, movement, and people from every walk of life coming together in celebration of King David.
Her Song
Oil on canvas · 12 × 16
THE INSPIRATION
I painted this in the aftermath of October 7th, grieving for the girls and women who were brutalized—their innocence, their safety, their voices stolen.
She is crying for them.
For the songs interrupted.
For the voices silenced.
For what can never be returned.
And for every woman whose story must never be forgotten.
Light in the Dark
Oil on canvas · 11 × 14
THE INSPIRATION
Inspired by the swirling movement of Van Gogh’s The Starry Night, I wanted the light of the menorah to feel as though it were moving—circling outward, expanding far beyond the small flames that created it.
There is something extraordinary about the light of Chanukah. We stand before these tiny flames and remember all those who stood before them before us. Our parents and grandparents, their grandparents, generation after generation, reaching all the way back to the Maccabees, who fought for the freedom to remain faithful to who they were.
When I look into the Chanukah lights, I feel that chain behind me. A small group of people. A small flame. And yet the light they kindled has never gone out.
In this painting, I wanted that light to keep moving—to ripple outward and reverberate through the darkness, just as it has reverberated through generations.
A small flame can illuminate far more than the space around it. Sometimes, it can illuminate thousands of years.
A Wink from Heaven
Oil on canvas · 20 × 24
THE INSPIRATION
I began this painting without knowing where it would lead, and perhaps that’s why its arrival felt like such a gift. Birds have always felt like little canvases of the Creator—a sudden flash of color passing by, uplifting and unexpected, almost like a wink from Heaven. The pomegranates quietly place the painting in the season of Rosh Hashanah, carrying with them a wish for a beautiful, abundant new year.
Shana Tova — may the year ahead bring beautiful surprises.
The Place I Come Home To
Oil on Canvas
THE INSPIRATION
When I stand at the Kotel, everything else seems to fall away. The noise, the worries, the endless things that feel so important—somehow, they no longer matter. For those moments, it is simply me and Hashem, having our conversation.
And then I look around.
I am surrounded by sisters and brothers from every corner of the world, each with our own story, our own prayers, our own reasons for being there—yet all drawn to the same place, with the same longing to connect with our Creator.
Flecks of gold move throughout the painting—my own quiet reference to Yerushalayim Shel Zahav, Jerusalem of Gold. I wanted the gold to feel almost scattered through the air, catching the light and suggesting something sacred that is always present, even when we cannot quite see it.
Our sages teach that the Divine Presence never leaves this place. And somehow, when I am there, I feel it.
More to Come
I’m continuing to build the collection and share the stories behind each painting. More will be added soon.