Nothing in my life was as scary as that first moment when I actually put Genesis on a table, laid transparent paper over its holy pages and held a thick marker to highlight the first word.
"I was not nearly as scared in the 80's when I dug endangered Earth from nuclear missile sites and carried it away in pillowcases in my "Earth Ambulance" or when I brought Arab and Jewish women together to carry stones as the Intifada threw stones.
But sitting before my mother in her Borough Park dining room amid photos of my Babas and Zaidas, matched that fright: Was I betraying the Mishpacha, my Shulamith School for Girls education, the Jewish Nation, the Five Thousand Year Old Chain of History?"

Then I asked myself: 1. Isn't it better someone like me, who is passionate about Judaism, be the one to own up about passages that make us squirm, before a Farrakhan finds these passages and says Jews are just fine with them? 2. Am I not continuing my own direction as an artist: I 'rescued' Earth in pillowcases in the 80's; I would 'rescue' G-d with markers in the 90's. And as the 70's paintings that change in time improve in time, so this new leap of faith will be for the better.
"I was hooked for the next six years. Then came other installations - for my Babas, my foremothers, my mother, and now works-in-progress: for the Women at the Wall, for my eighteen year old self as a bride, and for G-d."
- Helène Aylon, 2000