I visited Shai Yehezkelli’s studio in an industrial area of south Tel Aviv on a mid-week evening, the streets were empty and so were the stairs I climbed to the top floor of the building. Yehezkelli is humble and pleasant, and it seems that he had built himself a world of his own, a little haven within the chaotic concrete monsters. We sat in the studio’s center, surrounded by his colorful, vibrant works. “I mainly paint,” he says when I ask him to describe his practice, “and sometimes I draw” he adds; “but to me these are two separate worlds that rarely collide.”