Reut Ferster is an artist who lives in Kfar Saba and works in Tel Aviv.
She is a graduate of the Midrasha Art Teachers' Training College, Ramat Hasharon (currently the Midrasha School of Art, Beit Berl Academic College), 1994.

Adi Gov Ari was born in Israel in 1966. He lived in England (1987-89) and Japan (1989-96), where he trained at the Yoshinkan Aikido's Hombu dojo in Tokyo, and was accredited as a teacher. Gov Ari is a self-taught blacksmith, sword maker, painter, and sculptor. He lives as close as possible to nature and the earth, reducing to minimum his encounters with the establishment.

- Forgotten Worlds -

Adi Gov Ari is reluctant to exhibit. He is quite content to build a shack, similar to the one in his yard, but he doesn't really care whether or not one sees what he does. Chopping
wood in freezing cold weather, sharpening a sword under the blazing sun, polishing iron with stones for days, weeks and months-these are some of the meaningful things
life offers him. He can feel the wind seconds before it comes, but the urban jungle leaves him puzzled, indifferent. He would learn ancient Scandinavian languages only to carve
a phrase accurately on a sword, or skin a viper and dry its skin to complete a sheath.
He would transform tendons into glue to upgrade a bow he is making, and tear out the wings of a run-over hawk to improve the arrow. His knowledge in the history of
mankind, the fauna and flora of the world, is invaluable.
Is he an artist? The very word "artist" makes him laugh. Is there such a thing, an artist who doesn't want to be an artist? Most of the tools which Gov Ari creates are
intended for self-use: he practices with the sword he made, fishes with the bow and arrow. Some of the tools are created only to be made, to exist, to be.
So why do I think he is an artist? Because his work acts in the world like a work of art-it is touching, it creates a universe, and destroys a world. Because his entire world
is made with his own hands. The shack, the likes of which he builds in some of the places where he stays, is intended, this time, to protect the objects from the whiteness
of the walls and from people like us, chance tourists, who cannot comprehend the great yearning for the sounds, scents, and tastes of forgotten worlds.

Reut Ferster