Some people see color.
Others feel it.
When I paint the Tree of Life, I always come back to one color first — blue.
I don’t plan it. I don’t force it. It just comes.
Because for me, blue isn’t just beautiful — it’s Jewish.
It’s the thread of tekhelet in our tzitzit. It’s the sky above Jerusalem.
It’s what’s left in our hearts after prayer, after longing, after surviving.
Blue, for me, is identity in color.
Why I Paint the Tree of Life in Blue
The Tree of Life (Etz Chaim) is not just a design. It’s the soul of who we are. It speaks of:
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Generations that came before us
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Faith that never broke
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Growth that happened in darkness
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A purpose rooted in something eternal
And when I paint it in blue, I feel like I’m wrapping all that in calm.
Blue doesn’t yell.
It holds you.
It reminds us that even when life is chaotic — there’s something steady, sacred, and deeply Jewish underneath.
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The Power of Blue in Jewish Identity
In Jewish tradition, blue isn’t just a color.
It’s a code.
It appears in:
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The tallit
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The Israeli flag
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The stones of Safed
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The waters surrounding our homeland
It means:
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Divine presence
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Infinity
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Depth
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Awe
When I use blue, I’m not decorating.
I’m inviting G-d into the room.
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Where These Trees Are Planted
Some of my blue Tree of Life pieces have gone to families who just had a baby. Others to people who lost someone. Some to couples moving into their first Jewish home.
They now live in:
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Living rooms full of light
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Kitchens that smell like challah
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Study rooms with old seforim on the shelves
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Nurseries where dreams are being born
They’ve gone to:
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New York and New Jersey
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Los Angeles and Miami
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Canada, Australia, and South Africa
Because blue doesn’t care about borders.
It only asks one question: Do you remember where you come from?
The Process Behind the Blue
I never copy-paste my trees.
Each one starts as an emotional response — to a story I’ve heard, to a headline, to a memory.
I mix my own shades.
I build the texture slowly — layer by layer — so when light hits the canvas, it doesn’t just reflect. It breathes.
My goal is that when someone walks past the painting, they feel like it’s watching over them.
Like a blessing that never had to be spoken.
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What Collectors Say
"We hung it in our hallway, and my son kisses it every time he walks by." "It’s not just a painting — it holds something for me. Like protection." "Every guest asks about it. And then they go quiet. Like it says what we can’t."
These aren’t just compliments.
They’re proof that when art is created with soul — it lands in the soul.
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Because blue doesn’t just match your walls.
It remembers your people.
And the Tree of Life?
It still grows.
