Casting Pebbles on the Water with a
Cluster of Colors reminds me of a verse from the Bible: "Send
your bread upon the water and at the end of time, you'll find it."
This ancient Jewish tradition of throwing bread into the sea or river is
a solitary gesture–to give, asking nothing in return, but to be
blessed.
My life had passed many cycles since the time I was
in Argentina for the capture of Adolf Eichmann; I had retired from the
Mossad many years before. While living in New York, I found a small
atlas–the book was almost identical in size to The Argentina
Journal. The pages spoke to me immediately.
Through the lines and colors of the maps, I could see
images and sentiments unfolding. Like a young child on the shore, I felt
energized with my words and colors–throwing them like pebbles into the
water and watching the endless ripples of recollections.
I painted at twilight and dawn. Scraps of laughter
and sorrow traveled to the surface of my mind. Cast together, with the
cluster of colors, they form my horizon and await you on the shore.
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