The Parting
Holocaust inspired performance and education
"Where are we going,
Where are we going."
"And the Parting is so hard, and the Parting is such a sweet sorrow
And the part of my soul, that's alone."
Art reaches a place that mere words cannot enter. It pierces the heart before the mind has a chance to put up walls or fences.
"I wander from room to room, climb up and down the stairs and feel like a songbird whose wings have been ripped off and who keeps hurling itself against the bars of its dark cage" Anne Frank
Partners create a multimedia Shoa elegy
Musician and painter, once Jewish educators, inspire one another
by Johanna Ginsberg NJJN Staff Writer
He composes lyrics and music. She paints them. Singer-songwriter Scott Massarsky of Oakland and painter-puppeteer Jennifer Levine of Montclair have been working together for a handful of years, and their latest effort revolves around a series of songs he has written focusing on the Holocaust.
The two will perform “The Parting” in a Yom Hashoa commemoration on Saturday, April 6, at The Art Garage/StudioKids Art, Montclair. It will feature Levine “Painting a Song” to Massarsky’s music, accompanied by cellist Jessie Smith and percussionist Matt Olson.
“After she heard my music, she asked me to come to her studio and play while she paints,” said Massarsky. “We never planned on collaborating; it just happened organically.”
Back and Forth
Oh I am so sorry
I said you didn’t want me
But there was so much
That I didn’t know
Now I see the truth
Like tears they are Streaming
From your face I know you loved me
So you had to let me go

See Below for Kristallnacht video with interpretive dancer Simone Coonrod and to view Jennifer's paintings.
Origin of the Parting
Several years ago I was given a grant by the Puffin Foundation to display my art and perform my music and poetry in local libraries. Around the time of the last performance of the project I was in the same library where the idea of the project had started. I was walking around by the documentary videos and was drawn to one section in particular. I grabbed a couple of videos, took them home, and watched them that night. One was on the Kinder Transport “In the Arms of Strangers” and the other about the Shanghai Ghetto, both events during the Holocaust. Songs just started pouring out of me after watching them and I decided to put them in that last performance of the project dedicating the night to the children of war -from the Holocaust to Darfur. The library gave me a random date in April for the event and a couple days later I looked at my calendar to make sure it worked with my schedule. To my surprise the date they gave me just happened to be Holocaust Remembrance Day! The day came and it was a monsoon outside. I was told I could reschedule the date but instead decided to go forth. The room was filled and the day was extremely moving. I had many people coming up and telling me personal things about their life and connection to the work, some had tears in their eyes. I even met a couple whose uncle was saved by the Kinder Transport! Since then I have performed these songs many times and each time I learn something new about myself and about the connection we all share as humans.
Ion
Ion looked down
Picked up his hat
Wore it like a crown
Held his stick
Like a staff
Smiling and proud
Behind a barbed wire Fence
His kingdom
A ghetto
Was all he had left
Excerpt from Kristallnacht Performance
Jennifer's Art









Flowers
One for you
And one for me
And one for all my friends
Not here to see them
Who knows which ones will be here
this time next season
and which will wither
In the winter wind
My life was spared
So the rest of them could live
One for you and one for her
And one for all the children
Left at the station
The train it left
Too early it try to save them
But it carried us like a bundle
Of thistle seeds
all scattered around with hope
And waiting for spring
So pick a flower for me
There’s a purpose in every seed
My life it lies in your mercy
So pick a flower for me
I’ll see this through
Untill the end
I know the things of the past
Have forever changed me
It was only six years of a life
How crazy
But I was planted in the soil
Of that dream
Transplanted
To the other side of the stream
So pick a flower for me
There’s a purpose in every seed
My life it lies in your mercy
So pick a flower for me


