He had that look in his eyes that transcends the years, I knew we’d met before but I couldn’t dredge up any detailed recollection of our meeting or of which painting he might be referring to. Off we went to the Music Department a floor above the Bates Museum of Art. He said, “It was too large to hang at home. It’s been here since the building opened.” He unlocked a door and there it was.
I recognized it immediately, although I would have guessed I’d painted it at Bard a few years later. I do remember working on it. It’s funny the things a painter never forgets.
Very few of my works have gone out into the world. I was floored that this painting has been hanging in this space for decades. “Inspiring generations of our music students….” As Bill put it.
I’m grateful to Bill for everything: For buying my painting. For finding this place to show it. For safeguarding it all these years.
I also feel fortunate about one other thing. Bill mentioned he’s retiring at the end of the academic year. If it wasn’t for going to this exhibit I’d have never known it was there….