A couple of weeks ago, I saw his world globe sitting in a heap of trash. I went passed it in my car and couldn’t bear to see it perched up there, like an old cardboard box or something. It didn’t seem right, someone throwing out this globe. I turned around in my car, even though it was a tricky maneuver and checked out to see if the world was damaged. It turned out that everything was fine with the world-the globe was intact. Why would someone throw this out, I wondered. Immediately, I headed East to my neon guy, Doug, over at Navcour, and knew exactly what I was gonna do with this left behind little planet. I picked up the globe today, on all days, today- when incomprehensible mass shootings are the horrible tragic news of the day. It unfortunately, seemed fitting but incredibly sad. My strength goes out to the families of those injured and killed. Rest in peace.
I just saw Tony’s mom, Fran this past week, working away on the letterpress in the shop. As many of you know, Tony passed away last year and his presence and absence are still so apparent to many of us at Zygote. Rebecca Cross recently had a stunning exhibition at the Morgan, named Presence and Absence, that truly possessed these similar sentiments about her daughter Emma who also died last year. These two gifted, lovely and remarkable young people gone -way beyond any of our concepts could even fathom.
Fran had some remarkable photographs that Tony had taken on his cell phone that she wanted to share.
The motivations behind the photographs will never be known in respects to what he was thinking, but in the true sense of Tony’s inquisitiveness, and the body of his work that he leaves behind, one could make assumptions about his intrigue and peaked interest in the subject of his imagery.
In the same day, I was visited by Kristen from Gray Auction house with another latent print mystery. She brought in a Marc Chagall type-high plate that had an image of a couple getting married with a fiddler on top of it. It was found among an estate of a couple who had been friends with Chagall. Mike Gill printed the image for her to see what it looked like. Was it a reproduction of one of his drawings? Was it a wedding invitation for the couple?
The wonder and remembrance of internationally well known artists, emerging artists and people who inspire artists who are no longer here were all wound up on this hot day in June. These moments seem to reveal themselves in the work I have hanging on my walls, the lovely work of Phyllis Sloane, John Jackson, Reverend Albert Wagner, my friend Tony Bartholomew (who is seen in the photo above with his partner Ellie) and all the remembrances and grace they left for us to wonder about in mystery.