Rina Kalai Ingber

Multi-faceted artist -  works in acrylics, oils, watercolor, silkscreen, etching and mixed techniques.

Graduated  Oranim Seminary College as Art Instructor with major in painting

Graduated Ein Hod Artists' Village School

Studied at Betzalel Art Academy, graphic design faculty

Studied and exhibited  at Etching Workshop, Beit HaGefen Jewish – Arab Center, Haifa

Taught art and painting for 7 years in various environments. 
Worked 15 years as designer of  bridal wear.

Rina "refound herself" and painting two years ago after being in a "deep freeze" for 20 years.  She is Israeli-born, grew up in Kibbutz HaHotrim, is married and has two grown children.

"My way of expression is related to my life biography.  I grew up in the wide-open spaces of the kibbutz, located between the Carmel Mountains and the sea.

beliefs and formulated values that determined the "principles of the kibbutz".  My artwork allowed me the space and freedom to express my uniqueness.

The subjects of my work are mostly portraits, landscapes and still life – though, full of life; revealed to those with high sensitivity.  I am involved with observation of the world and its people – they have always held my deep interest; not as a reflection of the obvious, but more the aspects hidden between the lines, the wrinkles, the small flaws – where time and circumstances have left their mark.

My portraits are never "beautiful" or "real-looking"…I am not interested in decoration.

In the winding journey of my life I am always in search of my own identity and my "creative path."  This never-ending search always shows through in my work.  The subjects in my work are actually an excuse for the creation of a puzzle of shades, form and colors."

From "Days", a book of poetry I wrote in memory of my brother, Yuval.

The days are orange.

Sometimes red with blood and dry wine.

With dead flesh.  Gray.

And sometimes yellow, stretched as a rope

Shaking under the acrobat's feet

And he is safe.

For me the trembling is the essence.

If only it could be known to me, too,

That the final trembling will be the end.

They say that blue is a cold color

And a cloud is gray, cold.

At times the blue is revealed

And in spite of things it soothes.

At times cloudiness covers it all.

Even though the landscape changes people remain – People.