Elephant in Snow

It began with a journey—crossing the snowy Alps from Turin to Lyon in an RV, caught in a storm that blanketed the world in white silence. I was at the wheel, Orly, my wife, snapping photographs through the windows. Only later, back home, did I begin to see the quiet magic in those images. A new art series was born—Alps. Most of the works are in stark black and white, ghostly trees and heavy clouds.

But one painting stood apart. As I stared at it, something emerged from the snow—a dark, wide eye, then the gentle curve of a trunk. An elephant. At first, it was barely there, a suggestion, a shadow. But once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it. It was no longer a landscape. It was ‘Elephant in Snow’