Sometimes Pink Is Not Just Faded Red

One notebook from a series of twelve, created since the outbreak of the October 2023 war. The works draw on photographs from a brief family vacation that took place between my children’s reserve duty rotations—moments of personal respite within a tense reality.

In these works, pink is not merely “faded red,” but a conscious choice to create a different emotional space: gentle, vulnerable, yet present. The white contour lines enveloping the figures recall a loving caress, while interspersed among them are fragments of the anemone flower—a beloved and protected winter bloom that, in the current reality, has shifted from a symbol of beauty and innocence to a charged image of cruelty and fracture.