So January 12th 1957 I was born in Guayaquil Ecuador to my Jewish Viennese mother and Jewish German (from Pommern) father. My parents have in a soft yet strict way, seen to it that I will get all that was up to date in the beginning of the sixties. Being from Germany and Austria they have heavily flavored the upbringing by the gone world of the German/Austrian prewar Jewish way of thinking. 1960 the family immigrated to Jerusalem, Israel.
So I grew up in Jerusalem, Not very good at reading and writing because “the teachers were no good”, as my mother used to say and protect me from the ADD truth not yet known at that time.
My brother, my parents and I, were my all and everything I grow up with. Home was a protected, separate environment. After all we are polite “wie es sein soll” They said in German “as it has to be”. Not like the Israelis that where rude and not polite in a prewar European way.
Our kitchen walls were decorated with the Viennese Schönbrunn palace pictures and paintings of the beloved mothers home that is no more – Vienna. So I wasn’t a sixties and seventies macho with a Charles Bronson mustache (could never grow one). I was a nerd for whom reading a book is a three months mission with lousy school grades, that can’t run fast. Being ADD I had mastered the art of transparency in school and then in adulthood so as to glide through life unnoticed but very noticed to a fantasy world that filled every moment of idleness.
Trying to understand life and all that is around me (Religions had no answers) I joined the Emin society in 1980. The Emin, that is part of my life until today, had some answers and thus has turned into a personal religion – that is PERSONAL religion!
So I got a job. And worked. And another job. I worked in many referent jobs until in 1991 started a company that specializes in neuro rehabilitation. I was fascinated by the bio mechanics of human walk and the rehabilitation potential of the neurological impaired kid (mostly) and adults.
SO I work. All day. Seeing patients. Traveling. Lecturing. And seeing even more patients. And then traveling some more.
At the age of 57 I have uncovered a passion for experimenting with painting. I am expressing sparks from creation itself: “The painting paints”.
4 comments to “About Michael B. Alexander”
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Alice Gur-Arie - April 5, 2015 at 6:35 am
Michael,
I think your work is wonderful. Thank you for sharing, congratulations and don’t stop.
starid2007@gmail.com - April 10, 2015 at 5:52 pm
Thank you. Am not stopping, are you?
art - May 16, 2015 at 6:27 pm
Kol Hacavod
To be a conduit for something that wishes to appear is no easy issue.
And the courage to travel a road you have never taken before is admirable.
Keep it at you. …
starid2007@gmail.com - May 22, 2015 at 12:10 pm
Thank you. New ones are being painted all the time. Come in again and see..