Am I Cindy Sherman?

I think the answer is no. First, because I usually don't hide my Self, but try (and sometimes fail) to expose it as much as I can. Second, because the beautiful and convincing actress in the picture is not me, but my partner - Revital - with one of my wigs. And third, because if I was Cindy Sherman, I would probably be much wealthier then I am right now. And more famous.

Anyway, I think this is my post for Purim. Merry Purim :)

Nobody's mother

 It is often that I ask myself: why are women expected to be mothers all the time? To be comprehensive and supportive and giving and altruistic (because it is for self sacrificing that women, even little girls, are best rewarded in male dominated society - how clever of them, of course!) . 

I was never rewarded for any of these. I don't want to be nobody's mother. I want to be recognized for my art skills, for my wit and for my strength in the field of life. I want to be forgiven for my selfishness, to be taken care of, to be fed by others.

Last week I came across some of Gal Volinez's breast feeding work. The context of the works is totally different, but I thought to myself: maybe it's time to share these images, that I guess are sketches for a piece still to come.