In Brooklyn, on a rainy afternoon, I enter another world. The yeshiva buzzes with male voices, singsong and melodious, at times raised too. The light is quite harsh, neon strips that hum. I feel oddly invisible, and yearn to join in. Arguments fly over how to make a cup of tea on the Sabbath and the fitness of food. I struggle with the letters, which at times seem scrambled. The covers of books shimmer with gold and wine-coloured leather. Black hats and starched white shirts, woolen prayer undershirts with tassels and the reflected light on the lenses of glasses. I relish my afternoon in this small sacred corner of New York. It is the second time I have painted this scene, feeling drawn to the subject matter on a very personal level. The work is rich in detail and emotion, a perfect addition to a collection, a great gift.
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In Brooklyn, on a rainy afternoon, I enter another world. The yeshiva buzzes with male voices, singsong and melodious, at times raised too. The light is quite harsh, neon strips that hum. I feel oddly invisible, and yearn to join in. Arguments fly over how to make a cup of tea on the Sabbath and the fitness of food. I struggle with the letters, which at times seem scrambled. The covers of books shimmer with gold and wine-coloured leather. Black hats and starched white shirts, woolen prayer undershirts with tassels and the reflected light on the lenses of glasses. I relish my afternoon in this small sacred corner of New York. It is the second time I have painted this scene, feeling drawn to the subject matter on a very personal level. The work is rich in detail and emotion, a perfect addition to a collection, a great gift.
acrylic and card
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