Tuesday, May 3, 2011
After his retirement from the GCA, Gerry moved to Pagosa Springs, CO to ski his favorite slopes at Wolf Creek, take photos of the Rockies and enjoy life. Alas; a bad skiing injury limited Gerry’s pursuit of “skiing balls out in powder.”
Depressed from the passing of his father (his only living immediate family member) and his injury, Gerry committed suicide and I was just finding out about his death today, 2 years later.
I remember the first time I met Gerry. I walked into the GCA, as a transferring Undergraduate, and told him I wanted to enroll in his Curation and Gallery Management Classes. Gerry looked me over and ask; “What is it about art you love? Sit down and tell me what makes you smile when you enter a gallery or museum?” We talked for nearly an hour, two strangers discussing art, museums and my pursuit of a museum career.
For two years I learned from Gerry through his teachings, hung exhibitions and later interned at the GCA. I loved walking into his classes, located in the crowded back room of the GCA. Every day I learned more about art and the skills needed to work in a gallery or museum. As graduation neared; I approached Gerry about continuing my education in museums. I wanted more!
Another “come sit down” conversation took place. Gerry asked questions of me and I gave answers. Our minds were made up; I would apply to the University of Colorado, Boulder’s Museum Studies Program. I would pursue my Masters degree in Museum Studies. I applied…with Gerry’s help, was accepted into the program, attended and graduated two years later.
Gerry’s teachings were never far from me during my pursuit of my Masters. In fact; his impact was so positive, I dedicated my first solo curated exhibition to; “Mr. Gerry Riggs, my mentor.” I will never forget the smile on Gerry’s face when I handed him an invitation to that exhibition and he saw my dedication.
Good bye, Gerry. I know the last time I spoke to you was 2006, but, I think of you often; most often when I hang a piece of art in my house. “69 inches, measure piece, divide, add and hang.”
Monday, March 28, 2011
Fog pulls many emotions from your soul. Excitement to see what's around the corner, fear what may be around that corner and melancholy...more so if you are listening to The Smiths while cutting your way through the mess. I think I'll start writing again. Alas; work, TU and life have all consprired to produce writer's block and no fly fishing. This will change soon.