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| Pat Hearn by Charlie Finch |
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You showed us so much grace when you taught us how to die -- in your cancer ravaged face only beauty met the eye. I saw you just a month ago drawing pictures on the wall of honey laden bumblebees above a waterfall -- You embroidered Colin's gallery at its summer bee-in and showed that every second is a place we can be free in: Your spirit was transfigured as your body turned to ghost with a smile and a hug you became our heavenly host. God surrounded you with angels named Patterson and Daniel, your husband was a tough yet soft and steady handle. A billion dollars at Sotheby's couldn't buy the greatest art of living which you gave us; what sorrow 'tis to part for a hoped-for other shore where I hope we'll meet again -- in matters of the heart, Pat, you were, and are, a perfect ten. Pat Hearn, who opened her first gallery in the East Village in 1983 and has had a gallery on West 22nd Street in Chelsea since 1995, died of liver cancer on Aug. 18, 2000, at her vacation home in Provincetown, Mass. She was 45 years old.
CHARLIE FINCH is coauthor of Most Art Sucks. |
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