The bedroom in our house in Israel was an endless source of inspiration for me, given the chasing light and movement of sheets, laundry and objects from day to day and from morning to night. I remember the first days that I was drawn to it for painting, and how when my fiance returned home, he put some things away. I had to explain that he had just moved my “stillife.” I enjoyed the changes, and painted bedroom days on top of bedrooms days as a possibly truer way of painting the “reality” of the bedroom, and my life. When I painted these, I thought of them as landscapes, looking at the sheets, pillows, window, laundry and other objects as if they were hills, mountains, sky or earth. The peek out the window provided a second dimension to the viewing experience, reminding me that I am inside after all.