“Moledet”and me (Very personal)
I was born in Israel in 1948 just few months after the establishment of the new state was declared.
Israel is my Native Land or Home Land. In Hebrew we call it moledet. But the term “Moldet” has much deeper meaning and greater significance than its dictionary definition.
I believe that it is true for all of us Israelis, but mostly for people of my generation who were born and grew up during the first years of the young state, “moledet” carries a huge emotional load that is embedded in our system permanently.
We were taught to love our country and its landscapes, to totally identify with it, to be faithful and unconditionally devoted and to be ready to scarify our own lives for its defense. “It is sweet and honorable to die for our country” (probably taken from Latin “Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori”) is a phrase that every Israeli child, at least at that time, heard repeatedly and memorized.
And I was a good student.
In 2001 we as a family, decided to leave Israel, we were disappointed and hurt.
I cannot, and the truth is that I have no desire to forget, to erase or bury somewhere in one of the drawers of my mind, memories of my life in my homeland. Those memories are part of me. Memories about the monument sense of belonging and identity, memories of certainty of being right all Thus, the memory of the feelings that I am personally part of an historical event of immense importance, the creation of a new state for the Jewish people, a state that would be an example of morality, justice and wit.
Many things have happened since then and a lot of cracks and breaks has damaged the wall of blind trust, the undisputed justice and innocence.
A series of paintings which I called “Moledet and Me”, made in Central Valley New York, are an expression of a mixture of emotions, often contradictory to each other: love and anger, longing and loathing, nostalgia and frustration, affiliation and guilt, acceptance and criticism, all packed into small formats (acrylic and oil on canvases 8″x 10″), a kind of spontaneous personal diary.
No preliminary sketches. No morals. No conclusions.