John A Sargent III (USA) - The Hierarchy Of Perisitence, 2012    Painting: Oil

Sisley S/S 2001

New York, 1957- photo by Brassaï 

Honey Long & Prue Stent, Wax (2019). Archival pigment print, edition 1 of 3. Courtesy Arc One Gallery.

Leonard Freed, The Big Splash, Harlem 1963

Willem Claesz. Heda, 1632, detail

Andrea Radai (Dutch, b. 1964)

Deep (Forest V), 2010

Oil on canvas

When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I’m feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I’m feeling sad, it’s my consolation. When I’m feeling happy, it’s part of why I feel that way. If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget, part of who I am will be gone. ~Frederick Buechner (Book: Whistling in the Dark: A Doubter’s Dictionary  (Art: Photogravure by Clarence H. White)

Nataliia Gotsii by Eric Panov for Harper’s Bazaar Russia, July 2019

Debra Spence — Lucky Spoons  (pastel pencils on pastlemat, 2022)