REMEMBRANCE
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I have dozens of other photos of my husband--an artist and teacher--
who died with no warning in March, at the age of 69. Most of these
were taken on vacation with our daughter, Maddy. They portray a relaxed,
happy and strikingly handsome man: lovely family pictures that bring back wonderful memories. But it is this, his final painting, that I treasure most. It captures a moment, both in the artistic process and in his life, the last artistic moment -- as he died shortly after completing his last brushstroke.
from http://www.nvtimes.com/interactive/2012/12/20/magazine/the-lives-thev-lived-2012.html?
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He was lucky, dying while doing what he loved most. I see a brave,
secure man in this picture; eyes wide open, searching to uncover
some essential truth before he died. His gift was his capacity to see
more, and more accurately, than most, both of the world around him
and his own and others’ inner worlds--and to paint what he sees.
Most of his work was about what he saw around him, especially injustice. But his portraits focused on the search for inside truths. Here, he is
fully engaged in that search, relying upon gifts like visual insight
and brilliant draftsmanship to propel him, confidently, forward.
– Julie Marcus Gotbaum