Some people know their path. Others find it.
Mine came through doing, one piece at a time.

I grew up in Jerusalem, the tenth of fourteen kids,
in a home with clear answers to every question.

At 18, I left with a bag of clothes and started asking my own.

The years after took me from the army to Canada,
then Mexico, then back to a motorhome and a drive
from one end of the country to the other. Two years of COVID,

creation, art, and nature took center stage.

And in the pause between one crisis and the next,
I found myself at a workbench,
setting my first diamonds.

I didn't plan to become a goldsmith. I planned to learn, to create,
to touch life itself in this moment.
Jewelry was the thing that held it all together.

Gold doesn't lie. It takes exactly what you give it. 
patience, eyes, hands, movement and purpose.
I set diamonds, design and finish
every piece in my studio at The Bursa, Ramat Gan.
Not because it's efficient.

Because I can't do it any other way.

The people who come to me aren't just buying jewelry.
They're marking a moment,
a feeling, a version of themselves worth celebrating.

Sometimes they sit right here, next to my workbench,
watching me hammer, heat, shape their piece in front of them.
They leave knowing how it was born.

And that changes what it feels like to wear it.

That's what I'm here for.

Come see the work. The studio is open.