Summer 2004, Beit-Berl College for education and arts, Graduation Party. I had the pleasure to celebrate with the other students who were very creative and liberated people. Because we are all warships and living arts, I wanted to show up something special,  funny and unforgettable for that night. I thought about wearing an outfit like an icon, like Merlin Monro or someone who is really glamorous. I thought about how modern art is expanding emotions by reducing the details like Mondrian paintings or pop art so I wore a black strapless mini dress, and a huge huge blonde wig. That will do!   

So I went to the party, and obviously it caught everyone's attention as I accepted… but… the exact opposite attention. People start asking me if I am actually serious about it? My friends were shocked. One of my friends thought he was discovering a huge secret by telling me that platin blonde hair doesn't even suit my skin tone. More than that, it was an israeli summer and it was so hot and so moist and the synthetic wig was very inconvenient. I was sweating all over and my make-up looked like a Joker face. That was an awful night. No one got the idea, i made fun of myself, 

 

Sometimes I wonder if Lady Gaga is thinking of me as I thought of her? Sometimes I ask myself if our thoughts can go farther than our own limits? Are we all prophets? 

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