Sara Weiss

My works are an act of mending fragments of life into a complete visual language. For many years I worked in the financial world - practical, diligent — the rational, analytical side was in control. Meanwhile, the creative, instinctive, emotional side stirred within, at times quietly, at times bursting forth. Studying Art History for my BA at Tel Aviv University enriched my inner world and deepened my longing to engage in artistic creation. Along the way, I also accumulated extensive experience in fashion, textiles, and haute couture sewing. And yet, somehow, life prevailed over passion. I longed to work with diffused colors, shifting amorphous forms, textures, layers, and imaginative expression, even when I did not always know how to articulate this desire. Words did not crystallize. Reason prevailed. Instinct faded. The pain of absence surfaced repeatedly, only to be buried again. But as the years passed, the emotional side refused to remain in the shadows. Refused to stay confined. It no longer asked for permission. It simply broke through. My artistic practice is largely intuitive — without prior planning, without granting authority to the rational mind. It unfolds through deep inner listening. Working with diverse techniques of printmaking, collage, and mixed materials — drawing inspiration from the textile world I know so well — I allow myself to enter a space of quiet and wonder. I create pauses for breathing, observing, and ultimately, for bringing worlds into being from nothing. The materials I use for my collages are largely self-made. I am especially drawn to old and weathered prints, which I collect here and there, along with pre-existing materials, various types of paint, and different coloring techniques. Within these spontaneously converging materials, I integrate verbal reflections — printed texts or handwritten words. The works are layered; each layer documents a different moment of searching, memory, emotion, questioning, and attentive listening to inner voices. I work in an adventurous, playful, and meditative manner — walking without knowing where the path will lead, trusting that the path itself is wiser than the one walking it. Often, in moments of distress and inner unrest — particularly over the past two years — the studio I created in my home has become a refuge for my soul. The dialogue I create between different materials — paper, paint, ink, print, and handwriting — allows me to tell a story of resilience, of the triumph of spirit, and of transformation from darkness into clarity. So yes — my works are an act of mending fragments of life into a complete visual language. It took me a lifetime to arrive here. It was worth every moment.