The Israelis call the Golan Heights the eyes of Israel because they can see virtually all of Israel from the heights. After the war with Syria the Israelis conquered the Golan. Before the war Syrians would regularly shoot at the Israeli Kibbutz and the Israelis often had to spend time in bomb shelters. My uncle was one of the founders of Kfar Szold and my family lived there. I was there in 1993 and I painted this picture.
In May this year I was in Israel and traveled through the whole country. My impression of Israel was of its quiet, peacefulness and cleanliness. And then at one point the small town of Sderot was bombarded with rockets daily. This painting expresses my feeling about this lovely country which is surrounded by hateful enemies.
I always think of Israel as a magical land where religions are united and there is so much history. You can just imagine yourself on a warm night staring at the sky. Every time I visit Israel I feel right at home and my Christian friends who have visited Israel told me they have the same feeling. Our forefather Abraham who is buried in Israel unites us all.
