If you take a gaze outside you might notice the trees sway in the wind, the verdant swathes of grass, or the pleasant curve of the sidewalk.  We may put a poetic spin on our vision but we often rely on reality, we rely on what our eyes see. Ruth Bloch, however, loses herself in her work saying " I dream the trees during the night.  When I look out at nature I don’t see nature anymore.  I see my trees with the glass, the colors, the coolness -- I grow with each piece." This sentiment of inventing and growing has a lot to do with Ruth Bloch's history and perspective on both art and progress.

Bloch's history is just as unbelievable as her work--intricate, symbolic, and pure. Both of her parents escaped the Holocaust and made it to a kibbutz in Isreal where Bloch was born and raised. When Bloch was just nine years old her mother passed away while giving birth to her younger brother. This caused Bloch to have a sort of epiphany that she should take care of all that her mother did including her mother's art. The tools were there and now Bloch had a burning passion to put them to use. 

Her unique style was honed and crafted every since that moment and when she went to the Avni Institute of Art in Tel Aviv to study her professors confided that she had already created a sense of self in her work and should continue down the path she was paving for herself.