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Words enhance it. “Titles are really, really important for me,” he said. “Once you call it ‘Mother,’ I think it takes it to a different level.” He speaks lovingly of his own mother, who came from Israel for the show’s opening, but the name is archetypal rather than personal: “It became such a myth…. The title… makes it larger than life and at the same time makes it more tragic.” “Mother,” he said, repeating the word over and over again in his melodic Israeli accent. “It’s like she’s the missing mother.”
Born in Tel Aviv (his grandmother was from Budapest), Hod grew up with this chilling image captured the last day before German soldiers evacuated the ghetto. As with most who know this photograph, he always thought the boy was its center, and he wondered why he never looked at the woman in the forefront. “I wanted to do something about her,” he explained. “She deserves it…. For me, it’s not about the Holocaust. I wanted to bring something new. I want to change the familiar.”
Hod believes that people often miss what’s in their peripheral vision: “How many times in food, in clothes, in general, in life, does everybody come home, and straight they go to the refrigerator and then to the TV. Why? Because it’s very easy.”
In the bigger painting, he made “Mother” taller and thinner, emphasizing her luxurious satchel that today could be a Hermès or Louis Vuitton bag. But while designer name-dropping and modern contexts swirl around (some say she looks like a lady hailing a cab uptown), he’s more excited to point out that creases in her purse’s leather resemble a face: “It’s so amazing, almost like when Jesus appears.”
If people cry when they see “Mother,” Hod said, he will feel he’s succeeded: “It’s so beauti-
ful that art, song, music, movies, can expose you to something that was in front of you and you never saw it.”
His recurring artistic themes — heartbreak, loss, death, tragedy and tears — juxtapose with a personally upbeat demeanor. “Life is too short and too interesting for me to stop on this,” he told the Forward. His next two years are already planned, set aside for a project that reflects a fascination with dictators.
That fascination, combined with unflinching confidence, makes him sound like he, too, wants to dominate the (art) universe.
“It’s important for me to be a lot of things. I’m moved by major people that changed the world, and I would love to be part of it….” he said. “When I close my eyes, I see Warhol, I don’t see artists sitting smoking a joint in the East Village. I see Picasso, I see Jeff Koons, I see Caravaggio, Rembrandt.”
When the artist as a young man landed in the meatpacking district in 1999, the neighborhood was quiet. Since then, restaurants and boutiques have moved in and even the Whitney Museum has arrived — next door. Until a year ago, Hod worked and lived in his spacious studio, but now he cycles daily from a Chelsea apartment he shares with his girlfriend. “At some point you have to separate,” he explained. “I’m so obsessed with my art that even if I’m not here, I’m still working.”
Regarding more details about his personal life, he would only say: “I’m very narcissistic; I feel like I’m in the center of the world and I take from it what I want.”
That he does.
Lisa Amand is a feature writer from Brooklyn.
“Mother” is on display at the Paul Kasmin Gallery (515 West 27th Street) in New York until April 28.