The lobby seemed a perfect venue for these exclamatory works.
The event was very populated with other artists and admirers, some of whom had come miles to see this. Linda was the first person I recognized there -
She was quite active - making sure people were welcomed, and enjoying their presence at what is more than just a show.
But I looked at the paintings. I admired their ability to capture my attention in different ways, each being from a different phase of his life and development.
He had said that the black and white paintings are reflections, in a way, of his impressions as he walked across town to his studio; his face like so many of ours looking down on the street, the sidewalk, the pavement sketched already with random and not-so-random markings, he was moved. So, he called these works Street Markings. A wonderful conceit for this oeuvre. His work leapt up - or, rather, out - at me:
Often, when I dropped in on him and Linda at their studio I saw him working on one or more of these paintings. But, he always had time for me, for visitors; he also always had time for all the other artists in the building too. He is missed.
I must go back - his paintings will be there and at 1133 through October; I must see and feel them again.
People are talking ....
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