therealchipwillis:george-pitts:IN LOVING MEMORY: GEORGE PITTS10 September 1951 – 4 March 2017Please
therealchipwillis:george-pitts:IN LOVING MEMORY: GEORGE PITTS10 September 1951 – 4 March 2017Please join us in celebrating the life and legacy of George Pitts on Sunday, April 2nd, 2017. The ceremony will begin at 2:00pm and will be held at the Alvin Johnson/J.M Kaplan Hall at 66 West 12th Street, New York, NY 10011. As a photographer and director of photography, artist, poet, teacher, colleague, mentor, friend, and husband George inevitably changed the lives of all who had the pleasure of knowing him. With immeasurable grace, intelligence, and passion, George spent his time prolifically making his own artwork, while simultaneously cultivating creativity and drive in his students as a professor at Parsons for almost two decades.In each facet of his life, George brought poise, criticality, and deep engagement with the arts. His speech was mesmerizing, his laugh contagious, and his mind entirely unique. George was an amazing and magnetic soul who will truly be missed. It is a deep loss for his family, friends, school and photo community; his impact will never be forgotten.-I Seem and Feel Great Rains Not My SystemThe rains are a great trial for those in it
In downs it speaks in compression of air being sapped
In bleeds, fallings, gushed moments to contain while yet by the air contained
Twice dead and twice imprisoned, the rain came down and still you are in air
But we love the body, but we love containment
How we love layers, body rain and air
And we move, by on our curve with rain for sides
Our bone born out as thrust when sought by rain,
as form to turn the body in in rain
as rain’s force could flex in body’s turns
But too much with real nature deflaws form
as like when face burned of grimace is burned away
But not like so, but as only to have nudeness
And so stop short the purging before as absence the person
Without his person, unlike being dead, yet near being his body
Because this mind does need this form not bodied to its memory
This person not without its own event, yet in its event it does not need
If in this there shows no feature there then is gladness unnamed
Yet without death closer toward in nature to itself
-George Pitts, Partial ObjectsPhotograph: Clayton CubittI still haven’t figured what to write about George. I had the pleasure of knowing him for a number of years, and I suppose I am still in shock. -- source link
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