The Dict. An art addict

One day as I passed the backyard of a kibbutz factory, I found a piece of broken plywood thrown on the sidewalk.

I don’t know why, but something in that rough piece of discarded wood stopped me. I bent over, picked her up and took her home to me.

For more than a week, this plywood sat in my house, clockwise in the corner with no use or purpose, until one evening I just got up from the couch…….