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Jewish Artworks in New York, an interview with Dan and Gad Nasinov

November 20, 2009 21:19
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Living in NY, the largest diaspora community in the world, one is bound to find bagels. W 19th St. is no exception. Books and Bagels caters to such needs, offering its round bread and hot cups of coffee to passersby, along with a number of their own regulars, including woman named Luna Pariente, who owns the gallery next door.

I first stumbled into the Klaynberg showroom on Shabbat, not noticing that it was part of a synagogue. The paintings had drawn me in. Usually I am not drawn in to galleries without first an invitation and then the promise of vin et fromage; but this one had genuine art. And even if I had no drops of Semitic blood to tie me to the obviously Hebrew images, the artist in me recognised a kindred spirit here in the works of Gad Nusinov, a sabra who has lived this side of the pond for 23 years.

However, my initial timing was a bit awkward; I was approached by a shul member who left the minyan to welcome me, inviting me to join in the worship after he ascertained I was by birth somewhat Jewish. But as to discussing art, he insisted that Shabbat was not for business, but for holiness. It was a touching moment. There is not a lot of regard for holiness in NY and when one finds it one is touched. He had a sense of inner peace and it was hard for me to refuse him, but out of that very sentiment, regard for holiness, I had to, as I was not in the right mood or attire at that moment. So on a weekday I returned, and was directed to speak to Luna, who set up an interview for me with Gad, and with Dan, who is also an artist and has exhibited at the gallery. Both are from Tivon, a town north of Haifa. Dan is the elder by six years; they could pass for twins at first, and both share the same medium: oils. But their art is thematically and stylistically different. Here are the notes from the interview.

Question: How and when did you first get into painting?
Gad: 30 years ago...funny story. I used to play guitar in a band, and when there was a gig, we had a groupie come round and pick up my guitar and amp. One day a man appeared at the door and these up from our house. There was no gig; that was the last I saw of them. So having no guitar to strum, I picked up the paintbrush and haven't put it down since.
Dan: I've been at it since I was three. My mom likes to tell this story - I came back from ganon with a picture I had painted, and it was supposed to be a boat. When I showed it to her she asked what it was, and I replied, "it's a cockroach." She encouraged me from that day on.