This is no orderly remembrance, no chronological marching down the years. This is a combination of memories and joy in the life and deep regret for the loss to our art community. George has left the room.
George liked art and making most of all, and the people who understood that. I composed many sentences, paragraphs in my head about all of his many qualities, about his love and support of Roger and me over these years, about his interest in just about everything from cave paintings to rowing on the Willamette to figuring out reverse printing to the marks Buster’s tail made on the wall. But when it comes right down to it, images were his love and over these 20 years of our acquaintance I’ve gathered a few, so let’s just look.