My condolences Vince.... RIP Mr Heath
Did not know of him till YOU ... Simply ADORE his opening shot in the Article,
Will look for his book, a must to have
He looked like a Happy Soul for all his early hardships in Life
One can understand his love of 'Isolation' , the sorrows of Rejection and his Great 'Eye' depicting the World around him
I can see his Influence in some of your photos.
You were graced to share each other's Company
Thanks Helen -- in that opening photo (The Vengeful Sister), Dave saw himself as that little boy on the ground, and the girl was one of his foster sisters in Philadelphia. I believe MOMA has a copy of it.
Honestly, I don't think he was overall a happy soul. He seemed melancholy, almost tortured, but he told me that if you didn't have some kind of torment in your life, you wouldn't have that drive to be creative. Almost like creating art was a 'working through', and the torment was the motivator. I tend to agree -- I think life needs to be a bit 'unsettled' in order to fuel that creativity.
He was a tremendous teacher (I had him in 3rd and 4th year undergrad at Ryerson 1992-1994, and he was one of my advisors in 4th year), and he definitely made more than a few students cry with his brutal, yet truthful assessments of their work. I count myself among one of the 'criers'. A fair number of students avoided his class because of it, but I only wanted more (I think it toughened me up). I also think that he tended to devote more attention to those students who he felt really cared about their work and truly listened to his critiques and words of wisdom. I'm fortunate to be able to say that I was one of those students. In 3rd year, I did a little 'photo essay' on his class -- maybe someday I'll scan all the prints and post them here.
In late 1993 Dave wrote a heartfelt letter to my father encouraging him to support me in my desire to go to grad school to get my MFA. I found the letter a number of years ago among my father's paperwork after he passed away, and I still have it.
We did stay in touch for a few years after I graduated, and we socialized some, but we eventually lost touch in about 1999.
I had an original 1965 copy of his 'A Dialogue With Solitude' book (paid $150 for it from Strand Books probably 20 years ago), but ended up selling it to a collector in Rhode Island -- fetched $2000. I still have a copy of the reissue from the year 2000. Even the reissue is over $400.