My Beloved Grand-daughter
I spent many days with my first-born grand-daughter, Mor, who was hospitalized for complex surgery.
I paid attention to the surroundings; a small room, everything white, long hallways and many pipes.
I began to focus on various objects and feelings. There were small colored areas, light shining through the shutters or beneath an open door. I wanted to illustrate the intimacy of the room that was linked to my great love of Mor’s soul.
There was a sense of fear in the tunnels that lead to the operating rooms.