When my parents and sister immigrated from Israel to Canada in the late 1970s, they legally changed their last name from "Lipshitz" to "Lev." Translated from Hebrew, "Lev" means heart. I was born several years later, making me the first person in my family to be born into this name.
This is a pretty telling detail about myself.
Physically, the heart is what keeps a creature alive -- a big responsibility for a relatively small organ. Symbolically, the heart encapsulates the meaning of love -- also a big responsibility. For as long as I can remember, I've felt it was my obligation to take on those responsibilities, as a way to honour my last name.
The result of this ambitious task has taken me to places both beautiful and frightening. It's an ongoing journey that often feels like a struggle.
But luckily I am someone who tries to live by the simple and widely referenced mantra: Love conquers fear. It certainly makes things a lot easier.
In 2006, I started the series Lev Means Heart as a way to translate and document my commitment to love and loving. I have no technical skills or solid understanding of art. But I felt it was important to try and articulate what goes on inside of me. As a result, this ongoing series comes from a genuine place: My heart.