Art Therapy for myself, 7th of October

Art Therapy for myself, 7th of October

This weaving is unlike anything I have created before — both in its design and its colors.

When the war in Israel began on October 7, 2023, I found myself alone at home, listening to the news day and night, tears streaming endlessly. I felt the heaviness of despair settling in, and I knew that if I didn’t do something, it would pull me into darkness.

So I began to weave. Every morning, every evening — as if it were my lifeline. I had no plan, no design, no energy for drawing or creating something structured. I simply started.

At first, I chose a quiet beige — the color of the desert, the color of emptiness. But soon I felt an urge for brightness, for shouting through color. Reds, yellows, blues — anything that could breathe life into the silence.

I used fragments from my own photos, images I found online — it didn’t matter. What mattered was the act itself: to weave, to keep my hands moving, to let the threads carry what words could not. 

In the second part of the weaving, inspiration came from a painting by the Israeli artist Oded Feingersh— a spark that helped me continue.

It took me a year to complete this piece.
And when I finally looked at it, I knew its name could only be “Art Therapy.”