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hunter ingalls died last tuesday. israel came up for the memorial service on saturday. he was a fixture in our lives - for the last twenty seven years the phrase 'hunter and mary' seemed the most natural thing to say. he was very supportive of israel's art, and supportive of my playing - i think he attended every recital i gave. most people that knew him felt this kind of support. he almost always dressed in what seemed to be second hand store clothes: old khaki pants, often a polyester shirt, a bolo tie, and an old floppy hat. he probably could have been mistaken for homeless or next to it - when in fact he was one of the most erudite people in town, and through marriage one of the wealthiest. he was a wry spirit that (in the most taoist way) had a profound effect on the community in which he found himself.
one early memory: when i was living with delmas, we decided to have a party where people were asked to come as their favorite painting. (it was inspired from a new yorker cartoon that was current and became one of my favorites.) it was a very successful party. i dressed as the man with the blue guitar (from the art institute). delmas was an odelon redon painting. jo davis dressed as botticelli's birth of venus, and claude as 'the persistence of memory' by dali. most dramatically, someone entered completely dressed in black including a black face mask and sat in the room in silence. no one knew who it was, but we had guessed it might be an ad reinhardt painting. when judy periman wandered in thirty minutes later in a chic black dress with multi-colored ribbons that ran from her shoulders to her wrists (a morris louis), we knew that the stranger was philip periman. hunter and mary, and their baby alicia were in these curious gunny sacks. when i asked what they were, mary held up alicia and hunter held in his hand a couple of stuffed shapes wrapped in the same gunny sack material. they stood there for a minute before his announcing 'we are the six persimmons'. i smiled slightly because the costume was very effective. but also because i knew the painting. i think that pleased hunter, but he was always so droll it was hard to tell what he thought.
we will miss him terribly.
one early memory: when i was living with delmas, we decided to have a party where people were asked to come as their favorite painting. (it was inspired from a new yorker cartoon that was current and became one of my favorites.) it was a very successful party. i dressed as the man with the blue guitar (from the art institute). delmas was an odelon redon painting. jo davis dressed as botticelli's birth of venus, and claude as 'the persistence of memory' by dali. most dramatically, someone entered completely dressed in black including a black face mask and sat in the room in silence. no one knew who it was, but we had guessed it might be an ad reinhardt painting. when judy periman wandered in thirty minutes later in a chic black dress with multi-colored ribbons that ran from her shoulders to her wrists (a morris louis), we knew that the stranger was philip periman. hunter and mary, and their baby alicia were in these curious gunny sacks. when i asked what they were, mary held up alicia and hunter held in his hand a couple of stuffed shapes wrapped in the same gunny sack material. they stood there for a minute before his announcing 'we are the six persimmons'. i smiled slightly because the costume was very effective. but also because i knew the painting. i think that pleased hunter, but he was always so droll it was hard to tell what he thought.
we will miss him terribly.
